It was an experience I hadn't even dared dreaming of. The room was tiny, maybe three living rooms (or one, if you happen to be on the wealthy side). Got there early in the morning and was third in line. The organisation was superb, the security staff were very friendly and informative, quite possibly the best security I've seen at a gig. But I'm sure you are all interested in the show... Managed to get a spot right in front of his microphone, about a metre and a half away. I could see both his lyrics prompter and the set list on the floor. It was slightly different from what was played at the show. He did indeed play Matchbox at the beginning. Don't Let The Sun and Petrushka were not on the printed list but were played nonetheless. The order was also different from what is being reported here but I'm sure someone will post the correct one. The show itself... I can't say. I was in a room with Paul and 299 other people. The man was standing right in front of me with nothing in between. It is honestly difficult to judge the show for that very reason. For me, it was simply extraterrestrial. Absolute Elsewhere, as a friend of Paul's once said. The room was husky. There was beer and sweat, as promised. The sound was debilitatingly loud but I don't think anyone cared. If there is a way to lose one's hearing, this is the way to do it. I'm sure my children will understand one day. The sound quality was therefore far from ideal and it was something both Paul and his band mates were complaining of throughout the show. They seem to have sorted it out by the latter part of the show though (not that I could hear a difference). The atmosphere was strange indeed. The crowd was delirious and half of them didn't seem to believe they were actually there. I had this problem quite a bit. But as we went on, we danced more and more and by Hey Jude there wasn't a voice not ruined in the room (it is interesting referring to a concert venue as a 'room'). Paul, on the other hand, seemed to be struck by the sheer minisculity of the venue. It did not affect his performance much but it must have been strange seeing an actual human face with a distinct emotion everywhere he looked, rather than the usual void of a stadium. I'd quite like to know what he himself thought of the show. Abe loved it, naturally. Hmmm, I've been quite wordy here without saying much. I'll be online for an hour or so, if you have any questions, ask away. A special mention once more to security and to all the wonderful people around. There wasn't any pushing or hostility: there was just love for the man's music all around and a feeling of something special the 300 of us had the privilege of sharing together. Basically like Sparta, but we all survived (apologies for the cringe-worthy reference - could... not... help... it).