You wait half a year for a show the ticket of which cost you 35 quid, only to sit next to a couple who are either a) chewing face, b) "singing" along (which - astonishingly enough - kind of killed the mood of e.g. Hallelujah for me), or c) talking loudly and making "jokes" over Rufus' verbal intros through most of the set. Thank you, you braindead cunts.

There, just had to get it off my chest.