I was like a kid in a sweet shop when I heard that 70s punk band The Exploited were playing a one-off gig at The Ritz in Manchester, and I suddenly had this bizarre vision of myself as a doddery old bloke turning up to watch the relics of some long-split band slowly going through their set at tea-party in Manchester Town Hall. You know, like 'old people' go to dances of a Wednesday afternoon? Or sit in the park watching brass bands on Sundays? I'd be just like that "Ah, the old ones.." I'd sigh "They don't write 'em like that any more! Eeeeh, Mildred, look at Charlie Harper go! He's a hundred and six, you know!..."
Bloody Nora!...
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