We didn’t get to see much at Gigbeth on Friday, our stupidity was the problem. But stupidity driven by the pace of technological change. We’d got those fancy QR Code tickets sent to Jules’s mobile phone. She then went and bought an iPhone, losing all the texts. We were ready with our boots blacked, then had to spent a good hour finding confirmation emails and printing out the little pictures to take with us. We were cheered up by one of the codes looking like a monkey’s face (or Andrew Marr in a new BBC political journalists version of Planet of the Apes for Children in Need): Then we got there and the guys on the door hadn’t a clue what to do with the QR Codes anyway, but they found our names on a list and were lovely — and agreed that ours did indeed look like a monkey. The Custard Factory area looked pretty deserted when we arrived, so I’m guessing everyone was ensconced watching the Gulliemots, but we really wanted to see the Young Knives so to the Sanctuary we went. We must have arrived at a bad time as there were no bands in any...
