Journey started at Liverpool airport where I spotted Rick Wakeman heading off to his tax haven on the IOM. Never a fan but he was on Through the Keyhole not so long ago so he must be famous! Arrived at Belfast half expecting to see Arthur stood with a lobster on one of those cards people hold up.

Fortunately we managed to find each other without any announcements over the tannoy for lost humdingers! (thanks again for the lift Arthur and no breakdowns to report!).

Our hotel was just round the corner from [Good Vibrations] and on our way to the famous Crown Inn Saloon, Arthur pointed out the legendary Terri Hooley hammering nails in the shop front.

Made a return visit the next day to buy the special edition first LP on vinyl, followed by me posing uncomfortably outside the shop for customary photo well you have to do these things don't you! After a beautiful drive up the coast, we finally arrived at the official undertones.net B&B in Derry with everything going according to plan, which meant that something was bound to go wrong soon.

Met Margaret at breakfast a great character, so much so that we generally spent half of every morning chatting instead of the proposed sightseeing expected Cliff and Henry to arrive any minute but eventually only Henry (minus his bag) turned up with Cliff nowhere to be seen.

Murphys Law had struck and a phone call shortly afterwards confirmed that Cliff needs new glasses to read the road signs!! So, a reduced .net party set off to see the most important landmarks of Derry.

You know the ones The Nerve Centre, The Vibe, Orchard Gallery, site of the Casbah etc.

From the city walls, we spotted Bull Park so headed off in that direction.

I have to say one and a half-a-side football without a ball is not the most interesting of games but at least me and Henry got the photos we'd waited a mere 20 years for.

The excitement was now building and even more so later when I spotted Paul McLoone in the Gweedore Bar.

Fortunately he remembered me from London (difficult as I was all dressed up this time) and we had a brief chat before the band came on (not the undertones, the Jaywalkers I think Paul said).

Sun - Cliff finally arrived with the banner and a bag of t-shirts - lucky for Henry he'd now have something to wear for the gig as his bag was still missing.

Arrived at the bus pick-up point to see a load of teenagers waiting thought we must be in the wrong place until we saw a few more 30/40-somethings and Wilke waving at us from the other side of the road.

Wilke, I have to say, instantly became my best friend when he said I looked much younger than in my STW photo.

Later however he did rather spoil things by revealing he'd left his glasses on the bus for safety and couldn't really see anything! The journey took ages where were we being taken?? Finally arrived outside what looked like the local cow-shed but turned out to be a large village hall.

It was like going back to the early days small, crowded venue, great atmosphere, impossibly hot inside bizarre and surreal but bloody brilliant.

We knew we were in for a good night! After a stop-off in the pub, we arrived just as the band came on stage and launched straight into Jimmy Jimmy.

The chairs along the side proved a good vantage point for us girls, except Damian was out of view most of the time.

There was hardly enough room for John on the stage it was that small and Cliff's banner looked absolutely huge in the background instead of being a bit lost like usual.

Henry waved his battered old scarf like a true Bay City Rollers fan and everyone else was in the thick of it at the front.

Yes, it was me Donald who was trying desperately to get hold of you but sadly my efforts were all in vain and in the process I went and missed the announcement of my name (pint owed at next gig at the very least!).

Time just flew - one classic song after another.

Billy with his sparkling red Premier drumkit concentrating hard and Paul falling over by accident? Nearing the end now, so time to leap off the chairs and join the mass at the front for the encores before saying hello to the band backstage.

Finally got a picture of me and Damian (he looks great, I don't as I was doing my usual thing of talking at the wrong time).

Outside, the bus was leaving so we all piled in.

I agree with Wilke, the bus made a good night into a great one.

Singing commenced and, maybe it was the alcohol consumption by this stage I don't know, but remembering the words was difficult and understanding some of the language for us tourists wasn't always easy either! Wilke even referred to CMoS as CoSMos and revealed he was Abba's biggest fan, even more so than the Undertones! (sorry, I think I may have got this wrong!).

Anyway, thanks for organising the bus Vinny (and Debbie) it was a brilliant idea and it was nice to meet you all.

Fantastic and memorable weekend.

Loved Ireland and want to return.