For those die-hard's that needed to eek every last bit of energy out of their system early Sunday afternoon. The sun seeping down from the fire exit staircase to allow the cleaners to sweep up around our feet. People stomping and shouting to make Paul play 'just one more' whilst his dad John fired out the lasers. Then when the final encore finished, a quick dash over to the pub (the City Pride?) across the road, to down five pints of Guinness to replace lost vitamins before the bell went (Sunday trading laws!).
