
Some months ago, my mates and I decided it would be a great idea to see the Specials in Margate, Kent, and make a weekend out of it. We weren’t disappointed… well at least I wasnt.
The Specials performed in Margate on the 7th of November and about 7 of us decided to book a room at a local hotel, sample the delights of Margate in late autumn and then make our way to the Winter Gardens for some headonistic ska delights. We arrived early afternoon and decided to set off into the centre of town to get a bit of lunch. Suffice to say that my experience of Margate on a blustery november afternoon is not as rosy as the locals would like me to report… or maybe not. Most of them are actually very critical of thieir little town… to me, it seemed like a dead end, both literally and figuratively, the average age must be 60+, the train station looked deserted and the only thing going for the town was the Wimpy and the Westcoast bar, where we settled in for pre-festivity drinks.
Walking into the Winter Gardens was truly like stepping back into time. The venue surely has seen better days, but it must have been pretty impressive in its heyday. As we walked in, I noticed precious few people up against the railings by the stage. A though flashed through my mind… should I have a go and plant myself there to essentilly get a front row seat? Well, It had to be done didnt it?
leaving my mates behind I placed myself firmly just to the left of centre stage, where a few blokes were already hanging out.
The first act was Pama International, who were very good. The have a new album coming out this month so keep an eye out for it. Here’s a link to their site… 
In all honesty, I prefer my ska with a touch more edge to it. Nothing wrong with Pama, but it was more rocksteady and reggae influenced. But thoroughly listenable.
Then, the wait for the main course… and we were all very hungry. Waves of chants were now streaming across the hall and the crowd surges begain to take hold… the temprature also started to rise and when the security guards took their positions I knew we wouldnt have to wait long.
And we werent disappointed. The show opened up similar to their other gigs. A slow version of Enjoy Yourself behing white muslin and then it suddely drops and the band launches into “Do The Dog”. Instantly, the temprature in the room soared and I found myself hanging on for dear life as the crowds behind me surged forward and then pulled back like a vicious undertow. forearms and hand and other bodies were intimately pressed against mine as Terry and the gang immediately segawayed into Dawning of a New Era. My feeble attempts to take photos were nearly scuppered when I almost dropped my camera into the crowd. But I am happy to report that I was able to get a few, if slightly out of focus, shots of the band.

The Set List - Ghost Town was there, but never performed!
The band played all of their classics as you would expect. Monkey Man, Stereotype, Stupid Marriage and Nite Club were my favourites.
As the night progressed, I also noticed other things which didnt particularly sit well with me.
Call me old fashioned, but when a band comes and performs for you, I thought it was only right to support
them, and not to jeer them and give them a hard time. Now, its no surprise that Terry Hall is an avid Manchester United supporter… well we all have our cross to bear don’t we? But having said that, no one likes to have it stuck in their face and mocked all night. There were a couple of blokes behind me who thought it would be a great idea to goad terry all night about that. “Man-U Sucks” was shouted out at every opportunity. Someone even took the time to chuck a small Man-U stress ball onto the stage, which Terry didnt take kindly to. I suspect something was written on the ball that really pissed him off because when they started Longshot Kick De Bucket, he literally kicked the microphone stand off the stage, and you can tell he was visibly annoyed.
An that wasnt all, the crowd was considerably more lairy and agressive then at other Specials gigs I have been to. I was fortunate to have been able to hold my position on the front railings, but it came at a price. the crowd surges resulted in some bruses on my forearms and ribs. But even some of my mates commented on the agressiveness of the crowd. It was certainly more of a hardcore crowd that evening.
Getting back to the gig. the ended with another version of enjoy yourself. Now, as I was able to take a picture of their set list, I knew they were going to perform Ghost Town and then You’re wondering now. To my surprise, they skipped Ghost Town all together. I suppose they too felt the crowd was a bit too abusive and just cut their losses.
The show ended and the lights came up. By this point I was drenched in sweat and god only knows what else. My feet ached, my arms and abdomen also hurt like hell from the thrashing I took at the front railings. My ears were ringing too, but it was still bliss!
I hooked up with my friends. unfortunately one of them lost their wallet in the show and couldnt find it. when I walked with him to the lost and found, we were truly alarmed at the number of people who also lost their wallets, mobile phones, and other that were placed in back pockets. I remember moving my wallet to one of my front pockets just before the gig started just in case. It appears I was right in doing so. One of the police officers told me that this is not a coincidence, and that a number of thugs in the crowd actively seek out wallets, pickpocket, take the cash, and drop the wallet, all within seconds and all out of view of anyone else. They must have hit some 20 people that evening. A real shame in my opinion. Sadly, the age of innocense is over, and people have to be vigilant all of the time.
Will this put me off of going to see The Specials again? Never. However, I probably wont need to do the front railings again. I dont think my ribs would be happy about that!