and by the time Pink Floyd took the stage a large portion of the crowd had left, allowing us to walk up towards the front. I was there with my much younger sister, to whom I was completely unable to explain why she had suddenly found herself surrounded by dozens of middle aged men crying softly to themselves.

I was at a Coldplay concert in Glasgow. They played Live8 then flew up for their Glasgow show. Took my girlfriend of a few weeks. Had our first kiss when I dropped her off at her place afterwards. A very memorable and life-changing day for me anyway, even if not a lot seemed to really happen out of the Live 8 shows.

as I sat at home taping it

than they had any right to be. A fabulous performance.

And watching it I found myself asking the question "When exactly did Roger Waters become so handsome?"

...and could only see it, without sound, on a small screen in a bar somewhere. I appeared to be the only person affected by it, and even in these rather less than HiFi circumstances, found it rather moving.

I remember a couple of times during the set when Roger Waters and Richard Wright were both in shot. They hit an emphasised note and their heads snapped back in perfect synch. For some reason that moved me more than anything.

Watched it at home and nearly wet myself when I saw Waters and Gilmour on the same stage again. Apparently, since the concert Gilmour has commented that playing with Roger again "was like sleeping with your ex-wife!".

across a lake on Hampstead Heath that evening but went back to a mates in time to watch Floyd. Both had something in our eye throughout

that the TV director seemed to think that Richard Wright was a sidesman and hardly put a camera in his direction once. It rather ruined the 'back together' vibe and, of course, it's all too late to rectify that now.

I watched it with a new (ish) girlfriend and was hugely embarrassed when I started crying during comfortably numb.
Thankfully she found it 'rather sweet'. Now she just finds it 'pathetic'. Hey Ho