I can deafinitely hear the organ

A positive night for London although not for several other cities around the country. I still can't help waking up utterly disgusted with the people responsible for this mess – and that doesn't just include the rioters.

Anyway, last night, despite feeling ill, I met the rents for a Prom. Pa, who is oracle of all music, had treated us to this Prom as he knew I'd hear the last piece - Saint-Saens Symphony No. 3 in C Minor ‘Organ’.

But just to make sure, he got us seats right by the organ. And boy could

I hear it!

It was magnificent. Saint-Saens always comes through on the melody front but with the throaty growling of the organ as well, this was music to my ears... Quite literally.

It was one of those musical pieces where I forget I'm deaf.

The 2nd piece of the first half however Centauromachy – a Double Concerto for Clarinet and Flugelhorn – was a different matter. Written by Simon Holt, a still-living and actually-there-last-night composer, it was totally out of my frequency, an orgy of first violins, celesta and wind instruments.

That said, the whole night was brilliant. And better still, we had a very peaceful journey home. Not a looting hoody in sight. Although more police than I've ever seen in one place before.

And this morning, travelling to work past the boarded up shops in the bright sunshine, it's hard to believe what London has been through, or indeed what may still be to come if our taxi driver from last night is to be believed.

Let's hope he was wrong, eh? Let's hope he was wrong.