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Teenage Werewolves: What landscape photographers do of an evening by Jacqui Booth

Taking photos of gigs isn't something I do every time I'm out. It's fun but there's always a photographer more confidently doing their stuff. These creatures take many forms (hello Ollie, it's always nice to see you in your ear defenders) but this time it was a giant of a man stood slap bang in front of me, so the first few shots are worked around him until he moved to one side for a while. Yeah, I should have moved forward alongside him, but it takes some guts to do that and I felt a bit quiet at first. Besides, I was there to see the gig primarily.

So, this is a tribute band. Yeah, that’s unavoidably just a little bit cheesy at best. Yeah, it felt daft getting dressed up to go to the spit and sawdust Musician pub on a Tuesday evening, but this was Teenage Werewolves, the prime Cramps covers band, and it would be fun.

Mark arrived in black Laura Ashley and helped with tea whilst I dug out PVC leggings, a shimmery sequinned top last worn to the circus, and my customary shedload of black eyeliner. My oddly polite teenagers chose to reveal their previously restrained horror at my outfit on my return...it must have been bad!

It was one hell of a show. A generously packed set with no support. In the absence of Lux Interior, Jack Atlantis performed the ass off performing. Attempting to catch Atlantis still enough to photograph in low light was as hard as trying to photography a hen without blur. He must have covered a couple of miles and even some altitude on the tiny Musician stage. It's not a feat that will be matched any time soon.

We danced, we sang, things got covered in beer, I got a damn hard wallop in the back from a particularly inebriated bloke but that's the price of being small and at the front of a gig (it really shouldn’t be this way but I won't get scared away - it's my space too). Loads of Cramps gems were covered, plus covers of Teenage Kicks, Teen Spirit and a Clash cover which was even good by my Clash hating standards!

Afterwards, I chatted with the hard working go go dancers afterwards who were self assured and polite to the dispersing punters and waited for me to drag Mark along to take part in a thigh bearing competition. It was a close contest!

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As we wandered to the Skylink for an uncharacteristically early night, we agreed that, yes, it had been fun.