Alexander was 18 on Tuesday, and to celebrate, we went to see The Pogues last night. It's a remarkable happenstance that I was a big fan in the early 80s, and that he's stumbled onto them in the last year or so and loves their music too. (I notice Al's blog's gone quiet - he's been busy studying, learning to play the banjo and now he's distracted by a really clever synthesiser his mam's gotten him for his 18th).
It was a fantastic night. They were supported by The Dropkick Murphys, who were great - and finished their set with The Worker's Song, which Dick Gaughan used to do.
I had been a bit sceptical about who would be in The Pogues' line up, but they were all there - it was a bit like meeting someone you knew years ago: they've aged but are essentially the same. Shane McGowan looks like shit, of course, but he never missed a beat. It was a great night.