I was standing on a step so I was raised about eight inches above the "mosh pit" at the Metro City in Perth. Well I guess I can't exactly call it a mosh pit … it was really just the flat bit in front of the stage. It was a great spot to be I was so excited I couldn't keep still. I kept holding Steve's hand and jumping up and down a bit. He bought me a glass of monstrous white wine in an attempt to calm me down - eh it hyped me up even more. I jiggled all though the support band, The Panics (I think! As no one introduced them and they didn't say who they were either), they were impressive and played very danceable music. I was surprised that I was calmed a bit by their music and tolerated their presence (they were keeping Moz off the stage after all).

My heart skipped a beat when Moz's pre-show music started from the beginning again. I kept telling myself "it's okay, he won't cancel this time" but my brain wouldn't listen, I had a minor panic attack (panic on the streets of Perth).

The lights dimmed and this guy in a brown shirt and brown pants walked onto the stage. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, my heart stopped, then started again, I screamed before the lights went up …. Because I knew it was Morrissey.

So the lights sprang into action and Moz started to sing and I was away, gone, screaming, laughing, singing, tearing up but most of all enjoying. For those who have seen Moz in concert you know what I'm talking about, or perhaps you don't, Morrissey has such odd gestures when he sings, and such a beautiful voice (I kept expecting him to blow his lip sync any second), he is eccentric, egocentric and extremely special. Amazing to watch and even more so to listen to.

It was special to see Morrissey at a small intimate venue I don't think anyone in the room was too far away from the stage.

Morrissey made quite a few comments between songs, one in particular stands out. He apologised for not completing his concerts in 1991, saying he had the flu. He laughed and said "the hate mail I received, you wouldn't believe … and I had the flu!!!". And later he said "so if you forgive us for not turning up ten years ago, we'll forgive you for your television shows. No I won't mention the "N" word". I had to laugh I cannot imagine Morrissey watching Neighbours, not in my wildest dreams!! (Neighbours: A very long-running Australian soap, in a similar vein to the UK's east enders).

There were two huge guys in the mosh pit, both with shaved heads. We had let them past so they could get to the front of the stage. They were both very drunk but shook Steve's hand in gratitude when we let them through. They heckled Moz mercilessly, I was quite surprised, as they knew every word to every song and seemed to be HUGE fans. Why would people do that? They seemed so nice (though drunk) then heckled our boy, go figure! At one point they appeared to "get" to Moz as he looked straight at Julia Riley and said "Julia save me!!"

Another drunk fan, an older woman with a very Australian accent, kept shouting "this charming man, this charming man". Morrissey actually went over to ask "which charming man?" The woman said something about "The Smiths", which I didn't catch, I asked the people around me but no one heard what she said. Morrissey laughed at first, then appeared annoyed and said "I'm not from the Smiths", pause, "I was with The Cure". I laughed out loud remembering what I'd heard about Moz and Robert smith's dislike for each other. Morrissey said "I'm only joking" and started the next song.

The crowd was a real mixture, there were a load of people in the thirty to forty age group (old Smiths fans like myself I guess). A girl standing next to me was very young, perhaps twenty, wearing piercings and leather, she kept smiling and singing and enjoyed it as much as I did, we kept smiling at each other. There was a little group of Goths in the mosh pit, one guy dressed like Marilyn Manson all in blue, our shaved hecklers and loads of young grungies. One girl in front of me couldn't help herself, as Moz finished "Sunday" she yelled out "We love you Mozza". He just smiled to himself and didn't comment.

I enjoyed watching Moz so much - he was incredible. I think part of my anxiety before the concert was due to the fact that I was terrified I would hate him or be disappointed. I had been waiting twenty years to see him, an awful long time to carry a torch for a singer. He was exactly as I imagined him to be, have I mentioned his voice (kidding) and I was (and still am) over the moon.

Every time I think about the concert I get a very special warm feeling. I've been analysing my feelings and I've realised there is nothing sexual in my pleasure at seeing Morrissey live finally, it is hard to explain, I guess I think of Moz as a treasured family member (an eccentric uncle or brother) and his music as a special treat I allow myself at times (like Lindt Chocolate or Moet Chandon). Steve has never been a Smiths or Morrissey fan, in fact he's not really a music fan, but he enjoyed Morrissey so much he wanted to buy a t-shirt afterwards (but bought me one instead). I was amazed at Morrissey's appeal, if he can make Steve jig about a bit at a concert and actually stand for an hour and a half and "listen" to music, then he is magical and special.

I squealed when they started the encore "There is Light…." Even though I knew it was coming I couldn't help the squeal…. Or joining in singing the lyrics, as did everyone in the room. When it was finished the applause was deafening and fitting. Morrissey is a true showman, a unique singer and an eccentric persona.

Thank you Morrissey, Thank you.