At approximately 6pm this Saturday just gone I started waiting with a large amount of other people at this street corner:



We stood there, nothing to do except watch the progressively odder crowd of people walk to the left of us to join the back of the group. Tartan trousers, zips, D-rings, tears, safety pins and the widest variety of hair you have possibly seen, provide the amusement for the hour or so we waited.

People looking for some quick cash were ripe as well, however the crowd (us included) told them to sod off and stop annoying us. Most of us had been ripped off enough over the internet, let alone now on the queue.

Someone came down the line trying to sell glow sticks. She was not well received.

More waiting around, listening to the conversation in front, and behind. More looking at the newcomers.

An ambulance turned up, and jokes were made about glow sticks and certain orifices.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

Finally, at approximately 7.00pm, something very good happened. The doors opened, and the crowd of strange people, us included, flock into Brixton Academy.

To see The Sexpistols, live.

I believe that's good enough?

NB: Photo's are not mine, couldn't manage to take many where I was standing.