Wales keeps drawing me back, this time to the very swanky millenium stadium, to see Red Hot Chilli Peppers and support. If I had my way Chicks on Speed would become bitches on life support - they were dire. James Brown, thinks he is still a sex machine but I'm not that sure he could still get on up, let alone stay on the scene. But all that faded away as a pert nippled AK strolled out. I was intermittently moshing and drooling, my son was busy being introduced to the joys of crowd surfing. I almost started a fight (pissed people annoy me) and definitely stopped a fight, so I think on the universal peace and love scale I came out on top. Flea looks very sweet with a cymbal on his head. Excellent set, mixture of old and new and some lovely dragony graphics to 'parallel universe', which made me think of Porl. Thanks to Statto for procuring tickets and Ginge for driving, lending me his shoulders for 'under the bridge' and not staring at my breasts when I stripped the layers down to just a bra top.