Happy Mondays

I went to see the Happy Mondays tonight. It was a last minute invite from Parpy Jo, who was a bit of an indie chick in her teens. It was, as you might imagine, full of middle-aged people reminiscing about their youth (ourselves among them) though I did see someone wearing an acid house smiley t-shirt, someone else shaking light-up maracas and many, many people doing Bez dancing. At one point the man next to me leaned over, pointed at Shaun Ryder and yelled in my ear, "Last time I saw these lot there were two men either side of him holding him up and he was so out of it he couldn't even sing!" This is their best song. They saved it until last, of course.