O2 Academy, Birmingham
I bloody wish….. Much as I would love to regale you, I had forgotten how much I despise this venue. Doors open 7pm, my arse. We arrived perhaps 10 minutes later, the queue stretching a full 500 yards down the street, in the dreich and drizzle. Immediately the memories of previous queues, of the vile and expensive “choice” of drinks, the no seats left in he upstairs seated bit, the crap views from up there anyway. Enough already.
There is a fine boozer nearby, the Victoria. We went there instead. OK, I couldn’t get full price for the tickets from the charming street salesman, but it wasn’t bad.
I like London Grammar. Just not enough for the volume of piss this Venue extracts.
Peeved, but a good night.
Anyone know better?
Cold and wet. Some were old gits like me, poor bastards….
It made me think..
Getting’ too old for this malarkey