I recently attended an Arab Strap gig in the US. The band showed up really late and blotto drunk, but that's to be expected. However, the crowd was most odd. There were a few massively plain boys with Elliot Smith coiffs and no friends- you know, the usual indie saddo. Rather surprising however, was the expatriate Glasgow thug contingent. Now, did these lads show up 'cos they liked the band, or did it have some thing more to do with: "Eh heard thaur waur some nice Scottish lads playin' their tunes doon at e' middle eest cafe. Shaa we gie roarin' fu' at ham beforehain ur start ower thaur. Maybe thaur will be some nice Scottish girls thaur we can shag". I'm not sure, but I've never seen so many depressed and drunk Scottish men in one place in my life.
― CW, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link