Roger's Last Laugh

It all began in Montreal in 1977. Incensed by the boorish behaviour of a "fan", Waters gobbed into his face. That incident generated a thought that it would be far better to build an onstage wall between the "fans" and band - a place where the band could perform away from the cat-calling, beer swilling, shouting morons who at that time had started to infiltrate Pink Floyd's stadium and arena shows. It was also perhaps the catalyst that led the notoriously grouchy Waters to become even more isolated and acidic, and he would regularly dismiss stadium shows for years to come.

"Who let all of this riff-raff into the room? There's one smoking a joint, And another with spots!If I had my way, I'd have all of you shot!"

Zip forward to 2011. Waters is grossing - by my reckoning - somewhere in the region of £750,000 per night as he recreates Pink Floyd's masterpiece The Wall in large arenas around the globe. As Roger will tell you every night, he's a far happier man than he was all those years ago, yet nothing has really changed. The same morons are still inhabiting these gigs, happy to pay seventy five quid to talk loudly with their mates, and get up to go for a piss / beer / fucking hot dog every five minutes, delighting in disrupting the gig for every other poor fucker who is sat on their row. My only chance the see The Wall ruined by the same type of selfish cunts that you always seem to get going to gigs these days.

Roger doesn't mind though. At least he can get his revenge on these bastards by charging that £75 per ticket and getting them to pay another £35 for a t-shirt. Good on him I say. I'd be happy to pay £300 to sit behind the wall with him next time around.