Oh boy. This one has really sat with me. Or I have sat with it. On the surface, a lovely gig. Christopher Owens, of Girls - a firm favourite of mine back in the day, their Broken Dreams Club EP being on heavy rotation in sixth form - playing acoustic in a tiny room. I never thought I’d get to see the day. A mix of covers and his originals sees his voice eventually take the shape it once did, its recognisable twang coming to the fore. He throws in a cover of Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space during a medley, and ends with a heartwrenching rendition of Across The Universe. But. I don’t know. As Mahoney said to me after, the moment he heard the coke sniffs, he know it was going to be a short gig. Owens looks rougher than his 46 years, and he’s clearly lived a life. He managed a 45 minute set, that on paper looked like there was more to it than that. The gig had the pall of it being the last time we’re going to see him, and while I hope that’s not the case, it has to be acknowledged as a possibility. Other shows on the tour have seemingly had full sets, so maybe we were just unlucky. We’ll see. In the event, though, he happily signed my Broken Dreams Club vinyl and I got to tell him how much it meant to me, and he seemed touched. At least I got to say it this time. Support from Sorry Monks, a one-man act cutting a Jon Ronson-esque figure as if he were a singer songwriter, with a voice to match.