The other night I saw a strange, unshaven man in baggy jeans and a t-shirt blow raspberries into a microphone for two hours and I can tell you this, it rocked my world. One of the things that stood out for me is the unbridled creativity and genuine dedication it takes to just go up on stage without even the vaguest hint of a plan, do your thing, and have everyone there fucking love it. This is the first gig I have ever been to where it genuinely felt like I was in the front room of my mate's house having a laugh and I have to say it was more than refreshing to be  a part of the show rather just being 'the audience' and treated like cattle.

The songs were made up on the spot from shouted requests and ingeniously, via tweets throughout the show. Audience members were danced with and ridiculed openly in an unmistakably friendly manner. Everyone laughed and rocked their asses off to the sounds of a happy hardcore Rolf Harris, a Latin Dub Step song advocating the pleasures of dogging and a fantastic rendition of Teardrop by Massive Attack. Really, need I say more?