Poem: Riding The Lightning

Finally got to see Metallica in the mid-90s, a bit after I would have liked to – but hey. My aunty was keen, too, so drove her down from Hawke’s Bay. We stayed in my flat for the weekend – dug the show because it was good enough, and sometimes great.

And then we hung out with my mates, we had all these movies to watch – like Spinal Tap – and had planned …