Buzzcocks, in the wee small hours of 20th July (approx 3am, can’t be sure), courtesy of some YouTube and some good natured soul with a camcorder. Clare rather unkindly said that they looked like a pub darts team. I reckon they played like a force of nature.

Brother Younger and I were taking care of business in the mosh pit. It may be undignified, but it’s fun. If you see someone in the crowd jumping up and down in a mad pork pie hat it’s probably him.