Last night (Friday, depending where you're pulling the Zodiac feed from), I was invited to a secret gig.

My buddy Woody was celebrating the opening of his new studio in High Wycombe - Woody's Tattoo Studio funnily enough - and happened to have in his back pocket, something rather special (well it was for those of us who were there) in the shape of a miniscule audience of around 40-50 people to watch Adam Ant play a completely off the radar gig.

Surreal would be a good descriptive for it, but it was, to coin a well worn phrase, fucking stellar. I don't get excited about an awful lot of music events these days, but this was something totally unique and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. This officially becomes the furthest I have ever driven to see anybody play live without getting on a plane, clocking in at a glorious 242 miles.

I'll crack open the full skinny on the event tomorrow, load the rest of the pictures up and just to prove that I love you all more than life itself, I filmed the entire show on my phone which I'll load up to my YouTube channel shortly afterwards as well.

For those considering scorn, doubt or anything similarly negative about the return of the Ant, it would be the wrongest you have ever been in your life. This is the real deal.

So inspired was I, that this afternoon I went out and bought some new strings for my Ovation, so now we're all in trouble.