Anyway, I've still done alright - got lucky in May when I hitched a lift to Isle of Skye Music Festival, which surprised me in that (i) I liked it; and (ii) I'd forgotten how much I love the highlands, nowhere ever beats the west coast for me, from Oban up; and (iii) Kasabian were stunning, real proper rock show, when they've never impressed me before.
After that a lull - I was still going to a couple of gigs a month, but noone too eye-opening. But as far as all-out smörgasboard-type action, nothing till the start of August, when I went to Hey You Get Off My Pavement at Mono, headlined by The Aliens. Anyway, it was a typical Glasgow summer's day - pissing down, constantly for the full 10 hours. …