the Pogues

18 December 2005 at 22:48 Leave a comment

What a night.

We went to see the Pogues at the MEN Arena in Manchester last night.

I’ve loved them since Peave and Love came out in ’89, but certainly never imagined I’d see them in concert. They were great.

They were completely tap your toes, wiggle your ass, sing along with all the songs brilliantly perfect, and drama was added in the person of Shane McGowan – he came out and said ‘hello’ by flipping everyone off, and then added the always entertaining element of suspense: is he going to fall down? Or forget who and where is is? He swayed a lot. He walked off the stage unexpectedly after a couple songs, leaving Spider Tracy to yammer a bit apologetically, “This is the worst he’s been…”, but when on stage he always managed to sing the words and he seemed to be having a pretty good time, all in all.

He was quite obviously incredibly drunk, but he wasn’t the only one.

We were all waiting for the concert to start (we’d gotten there quite early to get our seats and watch people) and down on the floor this drama played out:

There were beer-men/women with large tanks on their backs and stacks of cups in their hands selling beer. You could see one heading across the floor with a man in hot pursuit, calling after him, waving his hand, until he finally caught up and grabbed the beer-man, who gestured/explained that he was out of beer and walked away.

His pursuer stood there, stunned and rejected, hunched shoulders, mouth hanging open, when a guy standing next to him tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a drink of his beer.

He took it gladly, took a drink, and then handed it back and gave the guy a big hug.

His savior then helped him track down another beer vendor.

I love happy endings.


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