Last night we went to see the Pogues. And after a long wait at the bar we had just gotten our drinks when the music started up… Abandon Pints! I cried and into the fray we dived. The next couple of hours wasn’t so much dancing as trying to stay upright and in my case trying to avoid the seven foot skinhead who kept trying to use me as a human shield. Shane MacGowan was looking comparatively sober… well, you know - for him. And it was a fun. And when it came to Fairytale of New York and people had settled down a bit I thought I might try and take a picture on my mobile for you, or maybe even a video, and I reached into my pocket and thought “Oh crap. It’s gone”.
That aint coming back again I thought. But do you know, searching through the rubble and broken bottles left behind in the aftermath along with about thirty other people (also looking for their mobile phones) I did find it! And this my friends is what a mobile phone looks like after a couple of hundred boots have stomped up and down on it in a wild alcohol-fueled frenzy.
Oh, and thanks very much to the kind gentleman who seeing me pick up these fragments gave me a short lecture on the folly of bringing a mobile phone to a Pogues gig anyway (point taken!) and then said “This is your Sim card”, handed me same and put my mind at rest.
