This was the final night of the Manics’ Forever Delayed tour in December 2002. And it just happened to be one of the best nights of my life.
The second night of 2002’s Christmas Manics weekend. A much smaller venue, and a much grumpier Wire.
Christmas 2002. The most wonderful time of the year, and the most wonderful time to be a Manics fan.
In October 2002, a massive change had come into my life – I was back studying at university part time.
My fourth time seeing the Pet Shop Boys, and a more muted version of the band than usual – but still a wonderful night.
t was June 2002, and nine long months had passed since my last gig – my longest gap between gigs since I’d arrived in London nearly six years previously.
The three Manics gigs I went to in 2001 are all memorable for reasons other than the music.
It was May 2001, and a lot had changed in my life since the very eventful day of my last gig, just over a month previously.
Day two of 2001’s Manics Weekend is one I will never forget, but for all the wrong reasons.
My first Manics gig since the turn of the Millennium, on the eve of a turning point in my own life.
SCRUFFY STORMS 