Now that Appliance had left and taken my livelihood with them, I was free to wander about and see how everyone was getting on. And they were all drunk of course. I spent a good twenty minutes becoming embroiled in some deep and dark Fighting Red Adair inter-band plot before we slowly noticed that Pram were on stage and tried to pay them some attention. What with everyone being tired, drunk and deafened by Nought, it was no surprise that minds were wandering. Pram could have played a set of John Cale covers or a set of popular hits from the 80s and everyone would have been just as happy. Which was a bit of a shame as they were giving us a preview of their new songs and I'd never seen Pram before. What I do remember was that were inventively childlike with their ironing boards, the succession of weird and wonderful instruments, the lullaby pop melodies and their good grace and humour in playing to a bunch of drunken wasters, waltzing out of time on the beer sticky floor.

And then it was all over, bar the dodgy indie club, chips on the way home and usual drunken rampaging. I shall definitely be there next year.