We saw The Long Blondes at Fibbers, York – a place they had previously been banned from for using foul language(!) You would never believe it to lay eyes on them; Bassist Reenie in particular looks like a head girl.
So, there we were, bottle in hand at 10.00 pm still waiting for the headline act to perform on a rostrum no larger than a paddling pool; tired and our feet aching from perching up on tippy toe for the last hour and a half.
This was a strange and very tall crowd: teenage boys modelling themselves on Tony from Skins, young girls trying to ape lead singer Kate Jackson by wearing ballet shoes and stripy tops, miserable loners fake-frowning for England and the odd drunk standing at the front when, frankly, they could have seen the stage from the bus stop outside.
