Seems like it's official then: I love Mike Dirnt.
Went to see Green Day last night, at the O2 in London, and loved every minute. But every time Mike came down the catwalk it drove me insane that I couldn't get down there to touch him. All through the show I was so frustrated that I was in the same space as Mike Dirnt and couldn't get any closer. Didn't quite expect that, to be honest. Well, I sort of did, but didn't think it would be so strong and persistent! Just wanted to get down there and hug the man. It was noticeable that all the people who got on stage obviously felt the same way! Everyone expects people to go and kiss Billie, but they were going for Mike too, lucky bastards.
I'd been quite worried that OH and I would stand out like sore thumbs as being so much older than everyone else, but that wasn't the case. Probably a good half of the audience was over 35. I got home about 1am last night, as two major routes towards my town were both closed and we had to go the very long way round. I'd intended to post straight away but was too totally knackered.
Anyway: the set list will be posted elsewhere, for them that cares (ETA: it's here at Green Day Community), but the whole show was fantastic. I'm scarcely awake yet, but I'm still buzzing from the feeling of being in such a great show. I'd been worried that we were too far back from the stage to really feel the atmosphere, and there was a certain amount of that. Also, having watched so much on YouTube it was like - OK, I'll have a close-up now please. But the moment they came on, most of the audience stood up, and then Billie started pointing to all sections of the audience in turn commanding - no other word for it - that everyone stand up. I had a brilliant view; I was right by a stairway so there was no-one immediately in front of me and I could see perfectly over the heads of everyone.
I'm going on holiday today so I haven't got time to faff about with uploading pics, in fact I haven't even had time to watch them yet. The O2 apparently has a strict no-camera policy, but we weren't asked when we went in, and people were openly filming all the way through. Looking down into the pit there was just this sea of little white rectangles from everyone's camera screens.
I know this is pretty incoherent but that's pretty much how I feel atm. My biggest impression was that despite all the screaming and hand-waving and singing along as loud as I could, what was missing was that I wanted to get down there and simply thank every member of the band personally for such a brilliant show, for just being so totally awesome.