I'm seeing Blondie! I'm seeing Blondie! In the Civic! (Kiwis will realise the joy inherent in the words 'the Civic', but for others: an opulent 1929 wackily orientalist ex-silent-movie palace, with golden elephant light fixtures, flashing-eyed lions on either side of the stage, and a ceiling which looks like a brilliantly starry sky with clouds moving across it when the lights go down. Aaaaahhhh.)

I don't care if they're old and we'll have to sit through dodgy new songs. I wish to gaze upon Debbie with adoration, and upon Clem with awe at his overdrumming. I *love* overdrumming. And they haven't been here since *1978*. Yay!