The time was 16.10, The Cirrus clouds were there, the wind had increased to 20 mile per hour, and it was Joe Strummer. I was two rows back on the left side of the stage. At last there were some tracks I could sing along to. Joe played both new songs and old songs from the Clash days. I suppose I preferred the old Clash songs because I knew them. Anyway sang along to London's Calling, and My Daddies a bank Robber. Did a little pogoing

Joe attacked the TV crew (literally) and accused them of not even allowing him to have a piss without being filmed. I though ended the show feeling slight disappointed. It could be because I had had such a good time at the previous sets. I don't know.