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Monsters of Rock: Dogs D'Amour - Manchester Evening News Arena 20th November 2002
Unfortunately, I cannot really tell you how the Dogs were.
When they were on, we were perched on the edge of a precipice. We could see very little and could hear almost nothing save for what sound waves were being reflected back from the roof. As far as I could tell, they were good. I always liked them and have seen them a couple of times before and each time they were great. This time however, I could neither see, nor hear them, so I can't really say. As, the Dogs left the stage and that dirty, dribbling, old git, Krusher, shambled on stage, we went to find Customer Services to complain about our tickets. They were changed with no problems (and that is about the only compliment I am prepared to pay the MEN Arena, at this point.) We found our new seats and the aforementioned little-man-in-the-big-yellow-jacket escorted us down the crevasse to row N of block 112. Not bad, we thought. I can actually see the stage from here and I can see features on faces...result! Unfortunately, it seems that the Customer Services bint needs writing lessons, because our reassigned seats were actually, row W, not row N. Only 9 rows back, but up the side of a sheer cliff face, that is one hell of a long way. Still, at least we could see the stage and hear something.
Mark L. Potts
The God of Thunder
22nd November 2002
When they were on, we were perched on the edge of a precipice. We could see very little and could hear almost nothing save for what sound waves were being reflected back from the roof. As far as I could tell, they were good. I always liked them and have seen them a couple of times before and each time they were great. This time however, I could neither see, nor hear them, so I can't really say. As, the Dogs left the stage and that dirty, dribbling, old git, Krusher, shambled on stage, we went to find Customer Services to complain about our tickets. They were changed with no problems (and that is about the only compliment I am prepared to pay the MEN Arena, at this point.) We found our new seats and the aforementioned little-man-in-the-big-yellow-jacket escorted us down the crevasse to row N of block 112. Not bad, we thought. I can actually see the stage from here and I can see features on faces...result! Unfortunately, it seems that the Customer Services bint needs writing lessons, because our reassigned seats were actually, row W, not row N. Only 9 rows back, but up the side of a sheer cliff face, that is one hell of a long way. Still, at least we could see the stage and hear something.
Mark L. Potts
The God of Thunder
22nd November 2002
