| Comment | It's been a good festival, but so many gigs I went to were marred by middle-aged wanks strolling in late and pissed to the gills, talking all the way through and pissing about with their phones. Always big groups of couples aged around 55, blokes squeezed into their good shirt and slip-ons, who've spent all afternoon in the pub, don't have the slightest interest in what's in front of them and mostly seem to want to be back out drinking. Only saving grace is that in most cases they did indeed fuck off at the interval to do so. This wasn't one gig, this was almost every one I went to, like there's been some kind of Groupon deal or something.
Huge props to the Kings Theatre staff last night who had a zero-tolerance policy for talking and phones. Nothing worse than when there's a famous gaelic musician on stage performing a solo lament to massed hushed silence and some wifey behind you is going, "is this Mumford?" |
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