"Mum, quick, come and dance with me", shouts the 10 year old.
Well, you wouldn't turn down an invitation like that , would you? U2's 'Where the streets have no name' is on the radio. He turns it up loud and we dance around the room like wild things. I don't think he really believes me when I tell him I saw U2 play with BB King.
"Can I go on the internet?" he asks.
"Sure", I say, a little bewildered.
He takes his guitar with him. He searches the net, he finds the 'tabs' (whatever they are) and teaches himself to play this new song he's discovered. Never mind Harry Potter. The heroes that call to this boy are The Edge, Neil Finn and George Harrison. He's a wonder.
I'm trying to persuade him to go to the Police concert with me, if they really do come to Wellington in January.