Feel the heat

Do you remember, do you, Michael, when we were happily embedded in the crowd, soaked with sweat and beer? When was that? Was it 15 or 37 years ago? 

How merrily we sang that 
"Maggie puts the keetle on the boil, 
And she always has a smoile" 

Fuck, I almost wish I was at a Damo Dempsey concert again today, inhaling your stale Guinness farts, in the carefree, comfy womb of the Crowd. 

Strange what nostalgia does to you...