Crowds are already beginning to mingle outside the stage door. Lots of security Hells Angels on loan from Mr Jagger & co are lining the route from Sandtoft International Airport and the media circus is well and truly in town in anticipation of the event.
One old lass a reporter accosted outside Epworth Co-op said "Those with tickets will be able to tell their grandchildren they were there, just like I was the one whipping my dugs out in the crowd on my boyfriend's shoulders at the original Woodstock."
It isn't too late to get a ticket. Either give the magic signal to one of the touts across in The Queens' or alternatively, beat a path through the young girls trying to throw their knickers at Danny as you run the gauntlet into The Red Lion and ask the bar staff to put one under for Musket. If you then buy the rookery a pint, you can watch from the stage wings.
If you haven't been before, it's a rather cozy friendly singaround for all that. Come and give us a song.