Tonight, my fledging rock chick daughter took her first tentative hits, blows and squeals into the world of musical brilliance and global adulation. Picking up not one but two instruments you've never played before is a bold move for any budding artist, not least when nervously forging your way onto the international stage for the very first time. To do it with a virtually none existent grasp of hand eye co-ordination, would, by most, be considered career suicide. Yet with the poise of a seasoned musician and the legacy of the greats (Slash, Hetfield, Van Halen) ringing in her tiny ears, BB turned on the legendary. After trashing a nearby hotel room, Boo arrived, drained a bottle then head butted her mother (accidentally - that fatal combo of weighty baby head plus scrawny weed neck striking again).