So, Friday night (and some afternoon) was spent in Manchester. Despite my attempt to guide us to the wrong venue, after checking tickets in the Temple Bar, we set off for the correct destination.

Anyway, I did mention the Temple Bar.

There were other bars, but I took no pictures. While the band were astounding, the important thing to me was spending time with my kids (OK, and Ian). We agreed to do this again, possibly without a gig, because this did create a time pressure.

Some pictures I stole from my youngest offspring took on the evening.

It was good to see that Mr Hannon drinks Becks.

One unplanned aspect of the evening was an underground view from under the stage. One needed to stoop, because the Albert Hall is quite old.