Last night I did something which I don’t think I have ever done before at a paying gig, and that is walk out before the end because I had enough and couldn’t be bothered to stay. I’ve had to leave gigs early because of transport issues before. Once or twice I’ve missed looked-forward to shows due to illness. But this was different. I couldn’t wait for the set to end and left.
It wasn’t really the act’s fault (I’ll save naming them till the end, because their identity isn’t really the issue) but for the first time I found myself becoming aware that my feet were sore enough from standing, that I was getting fed up enough of the ‘hilarious’ drunks in the corner, that I wasn’t going to hear anything better than what I was already a bit bored with, that if my phone hadn’t had a flat battery I would have checked for wifi and browsed my Facebook. So I turned to my other half and said, ‘What do you make of it?’ Barely were those words out of my mouth she said, ‘I’m ready to go whenever you are.’ And so we headed for the door.