My last gig of 1997, in which two wonderful bands stirred me out of my doldrums for a few hours.
I’d seen them supporting the Manics, and as part of the Reading Festival line-up, but this gently magical night was, finally, my first chance to see the magnificent Super Furry Animals headlining their own show.
A triumphant end of an era for the Manic Street Preachers.
21 years old, in a new country, and here was my favourite band in the world, three nights in a row. Three nights which decided the course of the next 21 years of my life.