Well, where to start? I think it's relatively safe to say that hell will freeze over, the dead will rise from the grave and Sharon Osbourne will obtain some moral standards before I write a remotely negative comment concerning anything Pink Floyd related. As a man in my early 20s I've been desperate to do all that I could to get as close as possible to a Pink Floyd live experience and judged that a show of this calibre was not to be missed, a prediction I can say with unrelentant bias that was entirely correct.
I will admit one minor prelimenary annoyance was the fact that I had missed Dave Gilmour's promised appearance by two nights. However the idea of that being any sort of deterant was contemptuously brushed aside by what I can only describe as the most extroardinary rock show I've ever seen.
The Wall has never been a favourite Pink Floyd album of mine. It was an album that had many unpleasant connotations shackled to it upon it's release and these shackles have never really rusted. …