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Saw Wolf Alice play on Sunday Brunch (Channel 4) of all places in 2015.
Bought their first album as a result.
Second album bought on day of release.
So many different types of tunes in their repertoire.
Anyway,going to see The Skids/Big Country concert in Barrowlands on December 21st.
Last time I saw Big Country in Barrowlands was June 1986.
Also, got Chvrches at The Hydro in February.
 

With me it was seeing them on TOGWT. I was still at school and the following day walked from Merksworth to Listen and bought "Boy".
I had received an unconditional acceptance to do Chemistry at Strathclyde when they played there but, because I wasn't technically a student they wouldn't sell me any tickets.  I did get to see them at Tiffany's though (small world Poz) when they were supported by The Alarm.
That gig was the first time they played "Sunday Bloody Sunday" at a gig.
Here is that gig at Tiffany's...
Next gig for me is Killing Joke at the Barrowlands next month.

A brilliant time yes but for me and many far flung buds sadly also as you say a time before internet so dark days way down here where news was only seeing the scores and the league tables in the local rags hard but good times so wish I could have shared

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

Aye, but some of the guys in the singing section were Stubbs signings, and are on loan from Crawley Town and Dagenham & Redbridge Ultras. Once OK gets to January and shows these ‘no banner’ order defying herberts the door, we’ll be sorted.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

Away and shite.

Aye, but some of the guys in the singing section were Stubbs signings, and are on loan from Crawley Town and Dagenham & Redbridge Ultras. Once OK gets to January and shows these ‘no banner’ order defying herberts the door, we’ll be sorted.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

Didn’t cost me a penny, as I watched it ‘as live’ on BBC Teuchter. I wouldn’t darken Accies door with my presence, or give them a penny piece to sit on a stand not in one, in a two-sided shithole, with a shit playing surface and consistently shite catering. Unfortunately, I spunked £10 of the money I saved by not going yesterday on the new Paul Weller album, which is a load of old pish. Swings and roundabouts, some you win, some you lose.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

It truly was a golden era. No internet. Ergo - no complete shite posted on it.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Away and shite.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Drew’s still trying to get home to Dumbarton from the Accies game. Apparently he’s on the hard shoulder near Bothwell services, kicking the shite out of a Renault Zoe’s flat battery.

Made myself useful doing chores around the house and settled down with a beer at 6pm to watch ‘as live’ on BBC Teuchter without knowing a thing about how it went. After a reasonably even opening fifteen minutes, quickly became second-best. Nothing in midfield, nothing up top, no threat, and shaky in defence. I refuse to criticise Oran Kearney. He has come into a shambles of a situation where a championship winning side lost a good manager, employed a charlatan, and recruited extremely badly. We have too many lower level lightweight loanees, and a 75k signing doing the square root of fcuk-all. WTF is the point of King, Kellerman, Cooke, Heaton... If Oran Kearney (and Rice / MacPherson) can avoid finishing bottom or second-bottom with this squad, then I tip my hat to them, for performing a magic act that knocks Oran’s mate’s tricks into a cocked hat. We deseperately need a Shuggie, a Broadfoot, a DVZ, folk who look like they care, or at least know something about the badge on their shirt.
On a positive note, watching on BBC Teuchter enabled me to learn the Gaelic for ‘shite’. Turns out it’s ‘Brock Madsen’. Who’d have thought?

Opinions, opinions, eh? Personally, I think the Rolling Stones were utter shite. An over-rated bar band. I’ll grant you ‘Brown Sugar’, I might even stretch to ‘Undercover of the Night’. That’s it. I simply never got the attraction. Still going, but ceased to be relevant or write a decent new song since nineteen-canteen.
I absolutely love the Beatles though. The way they developed from their first recordings, in an unfeasibly short timespan. These days, some bands will maybe record two albums in the time the entire Beatles career spanned.
Annnyway. Whatever floats your boat.

Made myself useful doing chores around the house and settled down with a beer at 6pm to watch ‘as live’ on BBC Teuchter without knowing a thing about how it went. After a reasonably even opening fifteen minutes, quickly became second-best. Nothing in midfield, nothing up top, no threat, and shaky in defence. I refuse to criticise Oran Kearney. He has come into a shambles of a situation where a championship winning side lost a good manager, employed a charlatan, and recruited extremely badly. We have too many lower level lightweight loanees, and a 75k signing doing the square root of fcuk-all. WTF is the point of King, Kellerman, Cooke, Heaton... If Oran Kearney (and Rice / MacPherson) can avoid finishing bottom or second-bottom with this squad, then I tip my hat to them, for performing a magic act that knocks Oran’s mate’s tricks into a cocked hat. We deseperately need a Shuggie, a Broadfoot, a DVZ, folk who look like they care, or at least know something about the badge on their shirt.
On a positive note, watching on BBC Teuchter enabled me to learn the Gaelic for ‘shite’. Turns out it’s ‘Brock Madsen’. Who’d have thought?