Wednesday night, 9pm. THe Lemon Tree, Aberdeen. We enter, someone gets me a ticket, I lie about my age, tell them I'm 18. They stamp my hand so I wont get served drink... bastards. I go in, half past nine, four guys come on stage. 16 again. Dressed like The Ramones. A few songs later they shed the ramones jackets and wigs, dedicate it to Johnny Ramone (R.I.P) and then play some more. They disappear. Quarter of an hour later... "I DONT WANNA HOLIDAY IN THE SUN!!" The Sex Pistols experience, possibly the greatest tribute band ever (to the greatest band ever) because you FORGET you're listening to a tribute. They play and play, getting through all the main ones, God Save The Queen, Bodies, Holidays In The Sun, Anarchy In The UK, Problems, Liar, Submission, lesser known songs like God Save The Sex Pistols, New York, Stepping Stone... it goes on and on. Im jumping about the place like a mad man, grabbing onto random people, jumping on them, rocking with them. Dropping to the floor and going into fucking spasms, getting smashed into the barrier by a 65 year old punk rocker. Heaven. It was unbelievable, it was almost two days ago and my ears still arent better. Shouting, screaming... I GOT ONE OF THE DRUMMERS STICKS!! It hit me in the neck... I slammed my chin over it, got a splinter in my neck. Worth it. Truly a great experience. God Save The Sex Pistols. -Dougs.