All went a bit weird really. McCulloch got a bit of a weed on quite early, became more irritated when a security guard was conducting a conversation with someone at the front, told the guard to fuck off, told the person he'd been speaking to that she had "a face that could stop a fucking clock", got more and more wound up by some of the ageing dullards embarrassing themselves by jumping around like Phil Mitchell on a bouncy castle and calling him a 'scouse c*nt', told them they were a load of fucking knobheads, advised everyone that they should get Lou Reed's 'Take No Prisoners' album, reached meltdown when a few people started shouting 'Leeds, Leeds, Leeds', decided on two occasions that they weren't going to do the planned song, added the first half of You'll Never Walk Alone to Lips Like Sugar, and finished by pushing over the mikestand and storming off before they'd finished playing.
The odd thing is that they sounded better than they have in years. 'The Cutter', 'All That Jazz', 'Zimbo' & 'Rust' were close to god-like. In some ways it's good to see that he's still got a bit of the old fire left. And in truth, some of the people there were acting like massive tools. Made for a particularly tense atmosphere though.
PiL tonight. Come on, Lydon. The bar's been set now.