Gig cancellation Antics

There was a new experience to tick off in my imaginary I-Spy book of 'New Experiences' last night in the form of going to a gig that turned out to be cancelled. And cancelled just half an hour before the band, Interpol, were due on stage. I didn't have a ticket originally - it was sold out - but I took up the offer of a spare one from David/D.B. (visit his superb People's Republic Of Teesside blog). I was looking forward to seeing them, especially as I'd never done so previously. But alas, after leaving the pub and walking up to Newcastle Academy at 9pm, theoretically just in time to see Interpol, we were greeted by a security type figure and told that the bassist had been rushed to hospital just fifteen minutes earlier. Although we hadn't gone in the venue ourselves, lots of people had done and were then told to leave. Never in all my life.

Thus it was something of a wasted trip north, but you have to be philosophical in such situations. What harm can an evening drive do anyway (apart from the fact I got another parking ticket too, so look out for 'Permitgate: The Sequel')? There is talk of a possible rescheduling, which would be nice, but we'll see. Myself and D.B. made the best of things and just headed off to a quiet pub and had a good old-fashioned chat. Slightly disappointed, yes. Bemused, even more so. But hell, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Or something.