£9 was the extortionate entry fee to the gig but we went in anyway as we really wanted to see Southport again. Capdown were on stage as we entered the room. Capdown were Capdown really. They're not a bad band but they don't really fill me with much excitement. They seem to fit into one of two categories. The first is the ska thing where they have this Operation Ivy tip going on. They don't sound half bad when they do this. In fact I almost begin liking them. Unfortunately, every other song is this thrashy nonsense which I've heard hundreds of times before from dozens of other bands. As I say to my friends every time we see this band, they'd be a lot better if they stuck to the first kind. Still, they're not bad and I can certainly think of worse bands - King Fucking Prawn for example.

Southport were next up and, as expected, rocked like fuck from the first note to the last. They opened with Déjà vu and me and Mike just went nuts dancing and leaping around happily. A few others joined us eventually but predictably enough most of the crowd stood stock still. I say predictably enough because, to be blunt, half of them looked like complete fucking freaks yet they looked at us like we were crazy for going nuts to this band. Well bollocks to them because Southport were magnificent tonight - I wish I could tell you the setlist but unfortunately I don't know the titles of the songs!!! I can tell you that if the recorded versions are just half as good as they were tonight then we're in for a treat. Mike got particularly excited after one song had finished and exclaimed "We ain't got nuthin' like this in Texas!!" to which one particularly thick individual retorted "fucking redneck". :-)

Towards the end of Southport's set some guy wandered on stage and started singing some bizarre back-up vocals. We don't know if the band knew him or not but the bass player looked a bit weirded out by the guy. The idiot then chose to come down to where we were….. unfortunately for him. The next thing I remember is him literally flying across the floor and Nick spinning around :-) I didn't know what the hell was going on. All I could see was that the shit had hit the fan and nobody was going to spoil it for the rest of us. Every time the guy came back in he was the target and he fell over three or four times. Whatever. Then when he tried to leave, someone tried to pull him back in and he was "no! no!". What a fucking brilliant set!

Last band on were the Lunachicks. Now there are a lot of bands that I don't know much about and the Lunachicks is one of them. However, from what I've heard of their music they sound good to me! And they were tonight to be honest. Their music is poppy, melodic, fun and very entertaining. Nick is right though when he says "if this lot were men then no-one would give them a second look". It's difficult to disagree with that when the frontmost three are the lead singer with a PVC catsuit on and two girls with TIGHT tops on - one saying "Luna" and the other saying "Chicks". I can imagine pubescent boys coming to these gigs to get their first proper sexual thrill. So much for girl power eh? Yes, it's nice to see females on stage for a change but when it has to be like this you just have to ask yourself "WHY does it have to be like this?"

Several days after the gig I found out that Stu and Pete (two friends of the BTN boys who went to the Lunachicks gig) were attacked on the way home between Bromley and Biggin Hill. It ended with Stu getting ammonia sprayed in his eyes. It blows my mind to think about how and why someone would do such a stupid, pathetic and cowardly thing and while I don't condone the motto "Fight fire with fire", on this occasion all I can say is - if the so-called people who did this are reading, I hope you fuckers burn in hell.

--Chris