I saw Manic Street Preachers in Singleton Park in 1993, the free Heineken Music Festival, when they were very unpopular in Wales and the hordes of Swansea thugs reacted with a shower of glass bottles aimed at their heads. One hit Nicky Wire and he was concussed. The band went off and the festival organisor came on and swore at the crowd before eventually talking the band back on stage. They came back on and immediately played Motorcycle Emptiness at punk rock speed, glass still flying, and Richey pulled a crucifixe pose before diving into the crowd. All around me, fights were breaking out. I was 15 or 16, found it amazingly exciting and rock and roll and expected every gig I went to to be as good. It was a big, long letdown.