like a drifter I was born to walk alone....

I went into town this evening to watch Superman Returns. To get from the car park to the cinema, I have to walk past Rock City. I saw from the sizeable queue that there must have been a band on, and I quickly gathered from the haircuts and t-shirts that it was none other than Whitesnake.

Cool!

Back in the slightly misguided heavy metal years of my youth, I used to own a couple of albums by Whitesnake. For reasons that are now lost, they were pretty famous at one point, and had hits with songs like 'Here I Go Again'. If my memory serves me correctly, Steve Vai was their guitarist for a bit, and he was so good that he needed a 7th string on his guitar! David Coverdale, meanwhile, was so rock and roll that he not only had enormous poodle hair, but was also married to a porn star by the name of Tawney Kitaen (that's her real name, right?)

When I walked back to the car from the cinema, the gig was over, but I was delighted to see that there was a crowd of groupies waiting by the tour bus for the great man to leave the venue.

I'm amused to report that Whitesnake groupies now are probably exactly the same as Whitesnake groupies back in the day..... and when I say 'exactly the same' I mean that they are exactly the same people. I have never seen so many 45-50 year old women squeezed into such ill-fitting and ill-advised clothes in my life. I have seen enough wrinkly cleavage this evening to last me a lifetime. Ooooh, that David Coverdale is a lucky man.

Oh. And apparently he named the band after his pet name for his own penis....

Fancy that.