I saw Fleetwood Mac at Wembley Arena.
The thing I remember most about the concert, was Mick Fleetwood stepping out from behind the drum kit to do a solo which involved him beating himself up, and he was wearing a suit with sensors, so that every time he slapped a part of his body one of the drums would beat. It was a great trick.
And then going home, we had to drive in really thick fog, crawling along country back roads with practically zero visibility and every so often another vehicle looming up out of the fog. Seriously spooky, and all it needed was a headless horseman for me to feel totally at home.