Somewhere Back in Time

Monday, Monday, Monday. Famously the shittest day of the week, this one bucks the trend by being absolutely magnificent. My first time seeing Iron Maiden this tour, and as usual I have been doing my best to avoid the setlist prior to seeing them. With the exception of one major spoiler (cheers YouTube algorithm you dick) I have managed, and amazingly I get to showtime with most of the mystery still intact. I set off for the bus station at 9am and within five minutes of leaving the house have already seen a guy in an Iron Maiden shirt getting into his car, then Aberdeen bus station is heaving with other folk going down to the gig. Having negotiated Aberdeen's shambolic Megabus queuing system, the bus finally leaves a mere ten minutes late. I have plans for the day which involve meeting up with all my invisible internet friends at specific times and places but all that is promptly thrown into chaos when ten minutes into the journey the legendary Irish adventurer Mr Garold Born As A D...