Just arrived home from Leeds and Michael and I are a little worse for wear. We both managed to injure ourselves during the gig. I'm having difficulty walking and Mick's arm has swollen to twice the size! The moment the gig started somebody knocked into me and I threw my redbull and vodka into my face temporarily blinding myself.
However undeterred (although a little disturbed that I had eye make-up running down my face) I made my way to the front of the crowd. I haven't watched a gig from the very thick of it since I was a teenager but overcome by the need to see and just the excitment of it all, off I went bouncing into the tightly packed, extremely hot and sweaty mosh pit. And boy was it fun!
My painstakenly straightened hair, within about 3 seconds expanded into a frizzy curly mop and god did I wish I had remembered a hairband. Don't think I have ever been so hot in all my life. Someone very kindly tied all my hair into a big knot which helped a little. There was alot of comradery in the audience, a few pushy arseholes, but in general everyone was united. And everybody was loving it.
But of course they did. As I'm sure you all well know The Who rock!
They were fucking brilliant. In the words of Fairport Convention, yet again 'they roused the spirit of the earth and moved the rolling skys!' The band were great. Roger's voice was on top form and Pete was stunning. We were about two metres from the front, right in front of Pete and close up and in person, those eyes... he can light up a room, a refectory, a stadium and even when he called the audience c**ts he got a roar of approval!
Anyway enough for now, tommorow I will post some photos, right now I have to go and bandage up poor Micky's arm! Oh well, we're both in agreement it was all worth the pain we are suffering now. We'll probably be right back there again next week at Leeds O2, getting a trampling and elbowed right in the thick of it. It was so exhilarating, think I might have to give it another go!