Muse

I promised to Laura I would write about Muse, even though I'm useful at gig reviews, in fact make that any type of review. So, I'll just write about it in my usual style, ignoring the set lists, and what the guitar did and when type thing.

This is Muse's time. Friday's concert proved that and I joined the masses rocking out just behind the die harders in the mosh pit as they blasted out equisite song after song. The three of us (being K, our mate, Craig and I) found ourselves new friends who thrust their arms around our shoulders and we jumped like zebedees on fire as one. Then these enormous white balls full of red confetti were released into the crowd and everyone's hands raced up to try and get a touch. I didn't succeed once as there were too many tall guys for their own good around me.

The concert lost its shine just over half way through but not through any fault of Muse; we lost K's expensive jacket (you might ask why he had an expensive jacket at a gig but I thought the same thing too) and my having been on an up I came down slightly and then I started to dwell on something I had been choosing to forget about ..... stupid, silly, daft old me. I'd been looking forward to this gig for months! I think at the same time the feeling of being ever so slightly on the way to becoming drunk started to abate as well. Don't get me onto the behaviour of the rude and antagonistic stewards at the end. I would be writing reams and reams but suffice to say, I shall be sending a complaint letter.

It was great to have a good warm up in the company of Stephen and his friends/colleagues up at the Marble. Some dodgy geezer at the bar was trying to talk to me about mathematical equations and the like, clearly out of his tree, all the whilst I was trying desperately to get served at the very busy bar. All good fun.