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It was the One by One tour, and they opened with a young looking Dave Grohl smashing out All My Life as their banner unfurled behind him.

Gigs on too much cocaine were strange for me.

I’d feel dislocated, unsure what I should be feeling. Unsure of the expression on my face.

Drinking perversely slowing down due to a lack of focus.

And in this case, with an old school-friend and an old band mate (the only time I think the two of them ever met), the problem was children.

We were sitting up on the side and there was a mother with two boys who must have been around 12 or 13.

She was visibly pained every time that Dave swore. More so I think that the kids squeamed with delight.

At times it felt as if the show was entirely geared to thrilling young teens with the F word, with an added frisson of shocking any parents in attendance.

I think there were a lot of parents. I think the band were on the way to being proper pop stars, though they still played the early thrashy ones like This is a Call.

I didn’t live that far from Wembley in a cab, and we’d started getting far too high at mine.

I’d recently got a new acoustic guitar.

I felt that this was the year that I’d finally learned some actual guitar chops – after nearly 15 years of playing, including three in a band.

I remember making the guys sit through my party piece at the time, America by Simon & Garfunkel.

Then a cab journey feeling tense and constrained by the blow.

And then the band and horrified mum.

I think I ruined the show for myself.

High: I want to say Everlong, but all I really remember other than a mildly (barely booze-subdued) stress and sense of panic was All My Life.

Drinking: Lots, but slowly – gulp at a time.

Thinking: I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight (this was before I discovered Valium).

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Foo fighters


Foo Fighters? In 2000? On a Saturday night a week before Christmas? What’s not to like?

But I’m drawing a blank.

I don’t think I actually went to this show.

I want to write a note to the people I would have arranged to go with and ask what happened, but I worry about what I might hear back from them.

I can see that they were awful seats, so maybe something better came along.

But I can’t remember a thing about this show.

I’ll tell you what I can remember from December 2005.

I remember finally leaving a job I’d worked for six years. A job I’d once loved, but which for countless reasons I couldn’t love anymore.

I’d convinced myself that I was useless. That I didn’t have any skills that could get me any work anywhere else, so I felt I had to prove myself wrong.

Prove that I wasn’t as broken as I felt I was.

The whole job-seeking process was, frankly, a nightmare.

I don’t interview well, and wasn’t in any state to sell myself.

And when I finally met someone who could look past that, it took me three months of repeat interviews to convince them that I was ‘a good fit.’

Apparently you don’t say “I don’t suffer fools” when asked about your weaknesses.

Apparently you don’t suggest that one of the reasons you’re leaving the current job is the culture of booze and substance abuse you’ve fallen into with some of your management.

So I don’t remember the Foo Fighters at Earl’s Court in December 2005. But I do remember having a bit of a breakdown over the few months before it.

Writing this now, at 44, and diagnosed as autistic just last year (a shock, if not a surprise), I look back on this period and it seems a little more understandable. It makes sense that it didn’t make any sense to me.

Turns out I wasn’t a good fit for that new job either.

I resigned just over a year later.

High: Maybe I did have something better to do on the Saturday before Christmas.

Drinking: To excess.

Thinking: I honestly think I’m losing my mind.

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