Irish rover
A clattering sound was emanating from the stage at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, where I had turned up to One of this motley crew playing support was smashing himself over the head with a tin tray. The singer was clearly out of it. A poster told me they were The Pogues and had an album called . I was 17 and had no reference points for what I was seeing and hearing. I stood there transfixed.
