So I left off last time at the point we had just got to the gig, just got in the ground in time to miss the support band. Not too long to wait until AC/DC come on. We had decided, not drinking and not eating while we're in the gig. There was a complicated system of getting a card and charging it up with "skullies" to pay for things. One skully being three and a half euros. I don't really know how much stuff was, I didn't go to a bar or a food stand but I bet it was a lot. I now some AC/DC light up devil horns would be twenty euros, and they looked to be a pound shop hen do type thing, so I can only guess a pint would be twenty times as much as it was in the outside world.
I might also have already said that I thought we had settled in to a good spot, a good view, not too far forward. We didn't realise until the after the band had come on how far back we were, I think we might have been a kilometre or more from the stage. The stage was massive and the screens on the stage were massive. When the band first came on you quickly slipped into the illusion you were seeing the band on the stage, but we were looking at ths screens. The bands were the size of lemmings from the old computer game to us 1. Still the sound was good and we were happy. Here is the set, swiped from setlist.fm:
I said Whole Lotta Rosie, Let There Be Rock, and For Those About To Rock would be the encore and I was about right. Let There Be Rock went on for about an hour on its own with Angus Young's soloing. We think he was doing this to give Brian Johnson a rest. They of course are the only original members of AC/DC (and Brian only original since 1980, but you've got to say he's proper AC/DC). Brian is seventy-six years old, and the young whipper-snapper In the school uniform is a mere sixty-nine years old. They did very well for some old fellers.
Good gig, but by the end I was wanting it to finish.
One of my friends wandered off, and put one skully on his pre-payment drinks card, just for something to do. He found you could not even get a soft drink for one skully, so he left it, and is going to claim it back. It's not that we're mean, or even poor, but there's a principle.
It took us about an hour and a half to get off site again. Even the walk to pick up the coach was about 2km, then we had to wait and wait and wait until our coach could go. The journey back itself was fine, then we had a twney minute or so walk back to our hotel, then crash out again.
Tomorrow, Bruges.
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