despite being saliva'd on repeatedly , having a doughnut anad half a loaf of bread emptied on to me and throwing a slice back at jason which stuck on his neck, it was fucking quality. i can't hear shit this morning and for the next 2 days - surefire sign of a great gig.
like some wannabe scouse i also managed to come away with a pair of drumsticks, a plectrum, a setlist and the roadie is mailing me the drumkit when the tour is over
a perfect teenhood, caterwaul, mistakes and regrets... well the whole gig was unbelievable. apart from the weird guy down the front trying to grope conrad :D
and still i have lagwagon, NIN, and the shins to come in the next month or two