The Most beautiful man alive, live.

Now, i respect that some of you might disagree with me when i claim that he is the most beautiful man on earth (but he is you’re wrong)  I understand you might be into the more tanned, toned, buff and primed to perfection man, who perhaps cleaned his fingernails often, but really? How boring. In my opinion its always the imperfections in people that create the most interesting thing about them, and with this outlook Mr Doherty (prounounced doh-slight c sound-erty as recently told by a fake irish friend of mine) he becomes the most interesting person ever born.

So after a bit of hassle getting to Shepards bush with a friend of mine so scottish you have to ask her to repeat everything she says, even the taggart quote (which she wouldn’t) and hiding our alcohol, which happened to be half a bottle of southern comfort, in a bush (in shepards bush, oh the irony) and entered the standing circle. The support bands were alright, mainly a few old guys trying to relive their former glory, though i must admit when you realise one of the greatest poets alive is back stage you become rather irritated. One of the support acts was a scottish comedian, who got bottled off stage within the first five minutes. Looking around the crowd, it was full of, well. Chav like people. But for once in my life I really wasn’t complaining. You could see that they werereal fans, and not just stupid indie kids pretending that they love him because they’ve somewhat heard of the babyshambles. They got so into it and declared their love for him on plenty of occasions, i even heard one say “if i was a girl i dont know how i would have refrained from fingering myself by now” oh believe me, it was difficult. By the time he finally entered on stage the atmosphere was incredible, i cant even begin to explain the amount of love in that room for a man who seemed so incredibly honest about it. He played Can’t stand me now, What became of the Likely Lads, Last of The English Roses and of course, Music when the light go out. That- was by far the best. You could just hear the emotion in the lyrics, he creates a world in a song that no one else can. The only upsetting moment of the night was the fact that he did not play “Fuck Forever” that would have just put the cherry on top. So when the music did persist, and the lights did in fact come on, i couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. He had been standing a metre or two away from me, close enough to see his tattoos and smell his sweat and now he was gone and all i had left to show for it was a mere memory. Everything we love in life is based upon memories. When we think of life we seem to think we live for the future, but we don’t, We live for what could be and what was, Our fuel is the memories and how we felt when we lived that way, spending the rest of our life desperately trying to recreate it. In the words of Pete: 

I want to have a crack before i outgrow this youthful urge to be worshipped.

well i definitely think he achieved that. Long live the spirit of albion.