Only joshin' Alan.. As you know perfectly well..
The lads all bought tickets for 50p to see about 5 of these new fangled punk bands at West Runton Pavillion.
So we went off to see what it was all about. None of them produced a recognisable note the whole evening. One of the "singers" passed out as soon as he reached the mike, others vomited and shouted and I think somebody caught fire!
The last band had lights and a horrid Kawasaki green guitar, but still searched in vain for a musical note let alone a chord.
The next day the green guitar band was on the radio and it turned out that they had been signed up by a record company hours before the gig. The guitarist was asked what he was going to do with the money.. He said he would have some guitar lessons!
It was the Clash. That was how I found out what punk was... Sh1te!