The Wizard of Space and Time

There are some moments in life when you forget everything going on around you, good or bad.

I had a whole slew of those moments Tuesday night. In fact I lie. It was totally continuous for hours, days even.

He was a demi-god on the stage in a succession of coloured shirts, white to black to finally pink. He said his white shirt made him gibberish. It certainly showed off his Italian suntan and newly defined upper body. If it is love he has found in Rome, it certainly has transformed him. It was a long time coming.

I danced and I sang all the words. I screamed and shouted. I waved my arms in the air and giggled like a fool.

Best of all, I smiled so much and so broadly for hours that my cheeks ached. I cannot remember the last time my cheeks ached from smiling! I felt released, like 20 again, not 40.

He was like balm to my soul, speed in my veins, chicken soup for my aches and pains.

I wish I could have bottled it. To be able to take a sip and forget about all the donor cycle and medications and pervading sadness and depression. To take a sip and feel so young again.

Morrissey, trouble may love you, trouble may need you but I thank you with my hoarse voice, aching feet and ripples of goosepimples up my back as I re-live your bravura performance again and again.