Nah, not me. I don't really 'do' band t-shirts, as a rule! I was downstairs anyways, then wandered towards the back of the theatre after about 60mph. Monday's crowd was a bit tame in comparison to Sunday's and I got a bit bored to be honest.
Seb asked me to write about my Paris experience, but I guess Buster, Pitch, etc must've written enough already nearer the time. Suffice to say, Monday was one of the best gigs I've attended this year, if not the best. Everything seemed to go right. The venue was a corker - lovely and intimate, and pitch black when the bands were on. And the crowd were as up for it as any I've witnessed in a long time. I went in with a full-length leather coat on (weight: about half a stone!), cos the cloakrooms were full, and I promised meself I'd hang back with the Mrs, and enjoy the gig from the sidelines. But as soon as you hear Crystal, there's nothing to do but crush in down the front and pogo like a loon. Then you turn round and realise all your mates have abandoned their partners too and joined you! Cracking! Seemed to be few quite a few Brits out for this one. About a dozen in our group, then a dozen more in the Manc group, and pockets of people who'd made their way over. Same set we've heard before, but I've (finally) learned to accept that now. Barney pointed out we had our flag upside down at one point, then Hooky took it off with me during KW1, but didn't seem to know what to do with it (what WAS he on at both gigs?!) then just gave it back. Seemed to be a bit of trouble around BLT but think it was little more than handbags at ten paces. Barney called for calm from the stage but I think everything was sorted by then. Lots of photo opportunities with bouncers at a minimum - one English lad (Alex) got past security by showing his after-show pass then they realised he wasn't a bona fide cameraman when he took out his disposable and started snapping Hooky! He gut chucked out by a side door but then walked round the front of the venue and they let him in again!
Second night though, what a difference. Crushed in down the front for Crystal ... and nothing. No movement whatsoever. Wandered out during 60mph, to find half the Manc lot all propping up walls, so wandered up to the back of the venue and hung around to watch the rest of the set from there. True Faith saw Barney's additional guitar totally drown out Hooky's bass (bad bit of mixing there), and Ruined had to be the worst I've ever heard it - when Barney's guitar clattered in I seriously thought we were gonna have another RTS situation with the song being stopped then ditched. And how can the sequencers misfire so badly - surely they're just pre-programmed. Only real downer was that we couldn't be arsed to try for access to the after-show party, as none of us really enjoyed the gig, so went on the ale in town instead, only to find out the next morning that the party had been in the club next door to our hotel. Free champagne all night, and the entire Manc contingent had gained entry and wondered where we'd got to! Doh!!
Fantastic trip away though. I work for the French so Paris to me usually means early morning planes, rush hour tubes and smokey offices, so it was nice to take it a bit easier for once. Only bizarre thing of note was that it was more expensive to sit upstairs at the Olympia, and bouncers were only on the upstairs doors to check tickets. It'll never catch on over here!!! Oh, and how can you justify 4 notes a beer?! Outrageous!