It was lovely to see my youngest daughter’s face as she emerged from her first pop concert. We’d taken her to see JLS in Scarborough and she’d loved every minute, from the support to the amazing fireworks – which my husband and I watched in the pouring rain as we waited outside – at the end.

She was chaperoned by her 16-year-old sister who moaned, particularly when joining the queue of eight and nine-year-olds with JLS emblazoned across their foreheads in glitter, that it wasn’t her sort of music – but she admitted to having enjoyed it in the end.

Her first concert was an altogether more raucous affair – Rizzle Kicks at Leeds University, the same venue I’d gone to in my youth to see The Clash. She had a great time, and came home buzzing, with tales of mayhem in the mosh pit.

It is strange when your children start heading out and doing the same things that you once did. It was odd to think of my little girl leaping around among the sweaty crowd at Rizzle Kicks.

I was the same age when I went to my first gig – Darts at Middlesbrough Town Hall. My memories are hazy, but it was all seated and boring.

Things went from bad to worse when I started going out with a punk rocker who dragged me to the Rock Garden in Middlesbrough where his band Partners In Crime were occasionally booked to support the likes of the UK Subs.

It wasn’t a good experience – the club was as comfortable as a Turkish prison. Among the sea of pogoing punks I must have looked totally out-of-place in my jeans and checked blouse, my hair pinned neatly back in a slide.

I saw a handful of bands there including Generation X, where my friend got hold of a beer bottle after Billy Idol had drunk from it. It became her prized possession.

I can’t say I enjoyed any of those nights in that airless dive and didn’t enjoy a concert until, in 1981, I saw The Police at Queen’s Hall in Leeds.

None of us had heard of the support – Jools Holland And The Millionaires, who were brilliant, and we came away in a state of elation.

Since then I’ve seen many bands, but my fondest memory – and one of the best nights out I’ve ever had – has to be Culture Club at Leicester Polytechnic in the early 1980s, which was so much fun.

It’s amusing seeing my daughters’ tastes in music developing – the oldest likes bands such as The Killers, which her friends call ‘boy music’, while her sister likes regular pop. So long as they stay clear of punk and thrash metal, I don’t mind.