All the gigs of my life: Gig 51 – Mansun, Saturday, November 4, 2000, Shepherd’s Bush Empire

My second-last Mansun gig was a pretty important one for me: I went into it not sure if I was going to stay in London or return to Australia, and I came out of it with my mind made up. Mansun may have once sung that “all my big decisions always ruin my life”, but in this case, it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

(Yes, I drew stars around the ticket. And the whole seven-page diary entry. It was that sort of a gig.)
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All the gigs of my life: Gig 45 – Mansun, Sunday, August 29, 1999, Richfield Avenue, Reading (Reading Festival)

“So how does this affect me?! Emotionally affect me!!?! Too damn right it does.”

The seventh of my ten Mansun gigs, and the zenith of my hyperventilating obsession. This post contains inordinate quantities of excitable capitals and exclamation marks. You have been warned.

I don’t have a ticket stub or programme, so here’s my train ticket!
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