We met, Ben de la Cour, on the way in to the Pavillion at the merch desk and he recognised me from the front row in Belfast, he said, ‘You’re the guy who gave me back my pick’. Emma ran upstairs and I took my spot in row G. I was very animated during Lucinda’s performance but everyone else was like a statue.
After only seven songs I couldn’t hold me pee in any longer and had to go to the toilet during the song, ‘Fruits of my Labour’. On returning, I decided to leave my jacket on my seat and just dance up the back. If they were playing the Barrowlands the place would have been rocking but it was polite applause after each song and statues in between. I, on the other hand was dancing my tits off. Here is a quick vblog from the evening.
Sure enough, the same security lady came along and told me to go back to my seat. As I respect Lucinda too much to spoil her vibe I pogo’d all the way to the back of the stalls, with the lady following me for every bounce, while Lucinda sang, ‘Rockin’ in the Free World’. Oh, the irony.



