Wide appeal

[skullculture]

Staggered out of bed ridiculously early to get down to the Usher Hall to queue for John Carpenter tickets (the director/composer of Halloween and Escape From New York fame). As I rounded the building I was startled to see the queue was about twenty deep; many races and cultures were represented; and indeed it was mostly women, wearing the kind of frocks you would expect at a wedding. I had a definite moment of pleasure that his appeal had broadened to this well-heeled and diverse set, tinged only by a slight worry that the queue would move so slowly that I might not get tickets.

Then I noticed two guys outside another door. One had sticky-up grey hair protruding from under a dirty baseball cap; the other was straight out of ZZ Top.

I joined the second queue.