Not really bemused, but more terrified, was the look on the face of the manager of Oakengates Town Hall, as he opened the doors to let the crowd in to see the Pogues around 1982. He seemed to have thought that he'd booked something like an Irish version of Jimmy Shand and was clearly traumatised by what confronted him. You could clearly see him desperately trying to work out which would be the least horrific - letting us in or trying to keep us out..?