Hi guys, as promised, an update on how our evening at Catfish and the bottlemen went last Thursday night, the second night in a week which we had an actual night out and stayed up past 9pm. Man, it was good but so, so tiring and I am fully suffering this week.
We booked tickets back in July after seeing them play trnsmt Festival in a muddy, and very busy Glasgow park which was glorious! As an anniversary treat to ourselves, we decided to get tickets to see them play their set once more at the new arena. So,here we are.
A Cold November night, we dropped Eleanor at Grandma’s and went for a drive to the arena for 7pm as doors opened at 6.30pm and it was set to be a busy one. Upon arrival we grabbed a drink, a gin for myself and a cola for Euan and just stood around people watching. We watched by the entrance as the masses arrived, loud and showing plenty of skin. Do I sound old? I’m no prude, and I often show a bit more flesh than what the normal standards are, however on a cold November night, fishnet cycle shorts and a thong bodysuit doesn’t exactly seem comfortable nor practical. What do I know?
Back in my gig hey day, we would wear our skinniest jeans, converse and maybe a crop top but certainly never had bums or boobs hanging out freely. It’s safe to say, we had an interesting spot for people watching as they entered the arena and ran frantically to grab and hug friends.
I wrapped up in my beloved house of sunny coat and wore a gold mini dress with a high neck underneath, no tights.. Ooo eeeer, but certainly no body parts other than some knobbly knees were on show, at best you’d catch a glimpse of my calve if I happened to allow my coat to become undone, as it was freezing, that wasn’t really an option. For a big arena, it was stone cold, a little heat wouldn’t have gone amiss.
Anyway, soon after getting the drinks in we were approached by a staff member who invited us to join the vip lounge area with warmth and a mini bar to ourselves, obviously we skipped the crowds and ran up the stairs. Slightly disappointed in the atmosphere I must say, there was perhaps four others in the area, the bar staff were a little slow and there were no snacks. What do you mean no snacks? Underwhelmed and hungry we went back down to battle the crowds and queue thirty minutes for a portion of stone cold, stale fries with a miniature helping of ketchup. If I wasn’t disappointed at the vip area, this really upset me.
It reached 9pm and we welcomed the guys to the stage with Helter Skelter blasting, awesome. We stood near the back to avoid any drinks being thrown over us, mosh pits and the inability to see due to having people surround us. At 5ft, it’s not hard to tower over my Husband nor I. We had the perfect spot to watch and enjoy while being comfortable.
Though the bass was a little off to begin with, we got cracking and into the full album set lists. Catfish and the bottlemen belted out classics such as Kathleen, seven, cocoon, twice. I’m not sure what my favourite was that they played, perhaps seven. I’ve always loved that, or maybe twice? Argh, it’s impossible to call. I enjoyed it all, okay??
My legs were going and my fingers tapping along to the beat, I was in my element. Live music, my best friend, I was feeling at peace actually. Its nice to let go and forget about the world for a while, to listen to live music and become so wrapped up in the moment you actually have a chance to forget the bad stuff.
Each song was to perfection, every move was in time to the music and there was little I could fault about the music, or the atmosphere when the music began to play. Just as they were at trnsmt, brilliant. I can’t fault these guys really, I’m bisaed but I love them and each and every song from both albums. We may have waited a whole for this but it was an anniversary night out worthy of waiting for, so much so that we stayed the whole set and didn’t even run off early to beat the crowds, though we were quick to it and got to the car before people started staggering off out into the night. If there’s anything I hate, it’s drunk people in large groups. Yep, I’ve confirmed, I’m old.
Obviously, as it would be rude not to, we stopped past the McDonald’s drive through and picked up a late night dinner and Im delighted to tell you, the chips were great and absolutely not stale or cold. Amen. Next up, a night of recovery followed by a family wedding on Saturday with our mini me in tow. Stay tuned, I’ve lived the week to tell the tale at least.