at Wembley Stadium
21st July 2000
Jay, McBane, Dave, Me.
The morning began, early, on my doorstep and on the way to the West Malling station. There was the inevitable moaning and mumbling from young McBane, aparantly 8:30am is just too early for him to be alive. Travelling to Wembley Park, an empty tube train, my colleagues begin to question whether the concert is indeed, when we think it is. By 11:30 we are unhappily queing in the baking heat as Mark trys to convince me that Blur are actually good. Poor misinformed boy (Hi Mark!).
Well, four hours later there we were, and here we are...