15 years ago I made the mistake of staying in on a saturday evening and discovered the only thing on telly was the Eurovision Song Contest, live from Ireland.

Somewhere in the middle of the mindnumbing songs, the political scoring and Terry Wogan's sarcastic commentary was a traditional, cultural and mystical sequence called Riverdance.

It caught my attention and my imagination. It made my pulse race and my heartbeat quicken. Quite frankly it was amazing.

15 years later and I have finally had the full experience. No video, no soundtrack, no documentary can ever compare to watching the live show. My attention and imagination were still fired up, my pulse still raced and my heartbeat still quicken, but when you feel the pounding of the steps rattling through your body and feel the music sending shivers through your spine it magnifies. Quite frankly it was fucking amazing.

And I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried.

The tickets were a birthday present from my sister. I think it was a teat for her too... she cried harder than I did.
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