When I was young…

…I had hair.

That long flowing (all relative) mane was a vital ingredient when I was a miniature headbanger at school discos. I had a denim jacket with the front cover of `Bat Out of Hell´ studiously painted onto the back and all other spare space carefully adorned with small patches announcing my other (crap) musical preferences…

But people change and so do follicle counts. For example Bruce Dickinson (legendary lead singer of ace heavy metal combo Iron Maiden) went on to compete internationally in fencing (the pointy sword type – not the wooden barrier between gardens type) after the demise of his rock career. Later still he became an airline pilot, flying 737s around the globe.

None of this is particularly relevant – I´d just like to salute that tiny rocker in all of us that still `rocks out´deep within our souls – bringing air-guitar joy to our mundane lives and involuntary `rock´ hand gestures at traffic lights when some old git cuts us up…

I didn´t surf today…