Me and my friend next to me on the barrier had to spend the whole of La Tristesse and Tsunami trying to fight off the drunk fucking
massive bloke behind us who decided he wanted to be on the barrier, and when he couldn't push us off proceeded to just hit us instead, effing and blinding how the same people were on the barrier every night and "it's not fucking fair!". How about turning up in the early hours to queue and then talk to us about fairness? Class act, seriously. Possibly the most vile person I have ever come across at a gig. He had a load of bracelets on, was with his annoying girlfriend, and had the cheek to ask for a photo of my setlist at the stage door after the gig. Fucking wanker.
That was my rant. On the bright side, James was wonderfully chatty after the show, gave out sweets and water from the tourbus, and Sean signed my setlist.