I am Kloot, The Duchess, York

Lets get the good stuff out of the way first.

1. I am Kloot were brilliant!
2. Johnny Bramwell is one of the most underrated songwriters of his generation.
3. The performance of Radiation was worth the ticket price alone.

Right. Onto the gripe. I love going to gigs. I love that feeling of excitement as the lights go down and the whoops and hollers of an anticipating crowd fill the air. I love that moment, when collectively, the crowd let out a cheer of recognition as the band launch into one of their all-time classics. And I love that sense of comradeship, as a thousand voices sing along with sheer abandon to a song that they have all taken to their hearts.  However, the gig-going experience has been cursed by those c%£ts (sorry, but I feel strongly about this), who throughout the show, can be heard chatting to their mates and not showing any consideration to the majority of the audience who are there to hear the band.

I'm not expecting hushed reverence. It's a gig for Christ's sake, not a piano recital. And I appreciate that these people have bought a ticket, and are entitled to talk to their friends if they want to - though surely that £20 they spent on a ticket would buy them a lot of blue WKD at the local Whetherspoons. However, when the band feel it necessary to say something - as Johnny Bramwell did last night - you would expect people to get the message. Fat chance. From the opening chords to Northern Skies to the last few bars of Same Shoes, last night's gig was unfortunately soundtracked by the incessant chatter of a handful of people who had a total lack of disregard for the band and the people who had paid to see them.

Live music should be about a shared experience and the crowd responding in unison to the band and their songs. For those people with short attention spans, they should sign up for yoga classes or ask their Dr for some of those pills they hand out to over excited kids.