I love Black Sabbath

They say you are meant to remember the first time but I don’t properly.

The first gig of my own choosing. When I was little my gay “uncle” had taken me to the Beatles and the Stones in the Ipswich Gaumont. He wasn’t my actual uncle. His name was Peter and he was a hairdresser in the place where my Mum was the receptionist . Anyway my Mum used to go to Ma…