Stairway To Nowhere by Luke James

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Meanwhile back in London, 1980...

The rest of the band show up and watch the set along with the fifty or so punters jammed into the cellar. Something happens, I don’t know if U2’s good-natured enthusiasm is infectious, maybe it’s that it’s good to up close and personal with a small group of punters again after playing to the blinding stage lights and mile distant seated crowd at The Rainbow, but halfway through Red Green and Gold I catch myself having fun.

Now there’s a novelty, I tell myself, and promptly play a wrong chord.

We all have a good sweaty time and bang through Bike Boys as an encore – there’s nowhere to go at the end of the set so we just stand there, wait a respectable amount of time just to where the applause is dribbling to silence and give them the old thank you very much here’s our encore routine.

Bono, The Edge, Adam and Larry are down the front bopping up and down seemingly having a great time. I decide to return the favor and have a bit of a dance when they play.

The gear having been switched without too many collisions, a voice announces,

“From Dublin, please give a great Hope and Anchor welcome back to U2!"

And they launch 11 O’Clock Tick-Tock, and bugger my old boots if after only the first minute of so I don’t find myself on my feet dancing away, and a minute later smiling. This is the most fun I’ve had, clothed or not, for a good long while.