So, Coldplay live last night. We drove all the way to Hamburg to see them, but the weather was okay, we had an iPod in the car, so woo hoo. The venue was really nice, a big open air thingy. Sadly, the support act was Richard Ashcroft. After we’d endured him, it was time for the main act, the most charistmatic, inventive, imaginitively-named band of the 21st Century: Cooooooooldplaaaaaaaaay! And, oooh, they were actually really really good. I held up my cigarette lighter at the right points and I clapped along LOADS! And I take back everything I said in my other Coldplay review, and we travelled home smiling and happy.
Okay, I told a bit of a lie in the above paragraph.
Actually, I told lots of lies.
We, err, didn’t go. We kinda got our days mixed up. I’d written it down as being on Thursday 16 June on my iCal. When I looked at the tickets magnetted to the fridge yesterday, I noticed it said 15 Juni 2005. I made a confused face like Joey off Friends, cos even my poor German can translate Juni to June. Then I spoke to Hanni: “Err, Coldplay is tonight.” After much discussion about the logisitcs of getting there, we organised a plan to get there, and thought: fuck it, can’t be arsed…
So we stayed in, ate liquorice allsorts, and watched Germany v Australia on the telly. (Germany won 4-3, by the way.)