A turn up for the books

I will give you ten guesses - or if you like, a hundred guesses - to answer what I was doing yesterday. Family excluded!

No, no, no. I was not doing any of those. No hang gliding, no Britain has Talent, no consultation with David Cameron and Nick Clegg, no tea with the Queen. Not even a little gentle weeding in the garden. Give up? Well, I was at a rock concert! Well one does, doesn't one?

A bit different from the norm perhaps, but if you closed your eyes, you would not have guessed that the musicians were all teenagers and even younger and, you know what, it was not only great fun but some of the music was very enjoyable.

What was particularly remarkable was that this concert had been organised by a music teacher. A normal teracher of classical music but this being the 21st century, kids love rock and are more than capable of adapting their more humdrum learning to what they really enjoy and listen to on their I-pods. On show was huge self-confidence and a total acceptance by the performers of being on stage and giving their best, without nerves. Unlike my generation which quaked in its collective boots when people watched what we did.