Ok here goes.
Pre gig drinks found me in Scruffys, i was going to give this place a miss on advice from other Medusans but as it was only just gone 6 i thought i would give it a go. Good call, loads of space (at this time) and with Pogues classics being played the pub was warming up nicely. After a couple of pints i bumped into wolvespogue and as you do, we passed time drinking more beer and talking football etc. By now the place was kicking and the variety of people in there was staggering. Ages must have ranged from 16 to 70 with people from all walks of life.
About ten too 9 we headed for the venue, although we went in together i never did see wolvespogue for the rest of the evening (so just to say cheers mate i really enjoyed your company). Having found my bearings i was standing in a comfortable position about 3/4's of the way back from the stage, as the lights dimmed there was a parting of the crowd in front of me of biblical proportions and with a quick dart i was standing at the front, how it happened and why it happened i can't explain but there i was directly in front of Shane with Spider to the(my) right. The mosh pit king at 47 years of age

The set list was as previously stated with "Greenland" replacing "Boys" and along with missing the one and only Mr C, we also had to do without Terry who had "man flu" That a side the gig was as good as it gets, i have not seen any better since the reunion. The atmosphere was electric and the place was rocking, the band was extremely tight and Shane was on top form, no bum notes no missed lines no missed cues and no crib sheets to be seen, just the occasional glance down to see what was the next song from a stratigically placed list. I am not getting carried away but this was a magnificent show and i do feel for the people who felt let down at the MEN, but as i have previously said, with the Pogues, sometimes it is the luck of the draw and everyone who attended Birmingham drew lucky.
To experience being right at the front was fantastic with the only downside being no Mr C singing 1000's, some other strange happenings, the bastard who pulled my jeans down

Which in the crush took me 10 minutes to get back up and the amount of shoes that were left on the floor at the end of the gig

I watched middleaged men walking to new street station with one shoe missing, how the fuck can you lose your shoes
To all you guys going to Bristol tonight and Brixton later in the week i sincerely hope you get a repeat performance and to all the Band members thank you very very much for putting on such a distinguished performance.