Bob Dylan at Bournemouth - Eden Murphy JAGS

A line of people of who one can only assume were at best pensioners were waiting outside of the Bournemouth International Centre. The rain was coming down fast, combined with a bitter coastal wind and the faint sound of fireworks echoing the celebrations of Bonfire Night. And yet there was palpable excitement in the air. A crowd who unfortunately shared one passion that had undoubtedly caused their families to tease and ostracise them. They were all there to see one man. A man who lives in myth,