My Chemical Romance
I was just walking through the Dome, taking my parents to the Tutankhamun exhibition (review tomorrow) when I met a mate who works there. He said “You’ve got to see this…”
We went round the back – beyond the ice disco (eleven quid for an hour, btw) to find dozens of face-painted MCR fans, wrapped in blankets and sleeping bags.
“They’ve been there since Tuesday,” said my pal.
“But don’t they have tickets?”
I almost wish I was going myself. If a band is so good people are happy to queue for two days when they already have a ticket, it’s got to be worth seeing…