He was my kind of guy. Tall, lanky (skinny, even), dark oh-so-dark. Brooding. Intense. Talented. He was Paul Dempsey of Something for Kate and he was pouring out his soul on stage.

The concert was brilliant. Oh, didn't I mention I was going to see Something for Kate last night? Well, I was, I did, and they were brilliant. Rawly evocative. Soul-wrenching stuff. It's not even my sort of music - too alternative, not heavy enough - but it was exquisite. "Electricity" rocked my socks clean across the room. (Or rather, would have if not for the fact that I wasn't wearing any and the crowd was packed too tight for anything to be rocked anywhere.) Mr Dempsey's solo songs were heart-rending, when his band left him alone and vulnerable on the stage with just his guitar and a few hundred adoring fans.

He is, as A said, a very attractive man. Physically, but most of all emotionally, mentally. He has a beautiful soul. And I feel privileged to have peeked into it.

Backed up by Big Heavy Stuff and Adam Said Galore. When the music is loud enough, I can feel my jeans vibrate against my legs. I don't feel the music in my stomach any more, I feel it in my clothing.