This is where all punks go to die. Billy Idol lookalikes and a bunch of rude boys jostled with the 'ard men of Brighton out to prove they've still got it.

Mixing with the odd kiddie in a Sex Pistols T-shirt, these anarchists (ahem) threw off the chains of middle-age and jumped back into the mosh pit.

Chiropractors will be doing a roaring trade next week.

They'd come to see their favourite old punk band, Stiff Little Fingers, a bunch of Belfast boys shouting vitriol about The Troubles.

But they're not boys any more, they're middle-aged men, living comfortably on the profits of old glories, playing beautiful, passionate songs without any passion at all.

Their tribute song to Joe Strummer, Strummerville, showed a rare moment of renewed exuberance.

Singer Jake Burns started the set by telling the crowd they'd leave if anyone else threw water at the stage. Punk? Ain't wot it used to be.