So I was very sad to hear the news that Pogues guitarist Philip Chevron had lost his battle with cancer during the week. I knew that he was ill, but I didn't really think that he would actually die, somehow I just expected that The Pogues would go on forever: the neverending party.
I will never forget hearing them for the first time. A raucous crash of a song that sliced through the bland daytime fare on Radio 1, like a knife through butter. The energy, the attitude, the craziness, the wildness, I was completely hooked. I saw them in Kilburn first with a couple of boy friends. More madness, a lead singer who nearly didn't make it through to the end of the set, and I nearly got trampled in the pit when I fell off my heels - yes I know...... what was I thinking?