​Punks not dead. No future survives in Christchurch. So come down to The Gym in The Arts Centre and grab a pint and a packet of crisps at the bar and dance the pogo with Ubu, Johnny, Sid, Joe, Siouxsie, Joan and Patti. God save the queen, we mean it man.

Ah, so good. I feel alive again for the first time since the Bowie Night. Bless. 

Awesome night again. Thanks