Dirty Pretty Things cause Fopp to panic

Dirty Pretty Things did an instore at Fopp on Wednesday night - it was pretty eventful, by all accounts.

The Sun paints a picture of mayhem - Carl Barat encouraging fans to storm the stage, bouncers panicing and locking fans inside the store in case they looted. (We're sure that can't be the case - locking a crowd inside a building would be a major breach of health and safety laws and reckless.)

The Sun, of course, weren't there. Neither were a lot of people, as it seems the locking was more about keeping people out than keeping people in.

Chris Chinchilla got in, but saw the queues:

The we met up with another friend and through some superb last minute blagging I got three press passes to the Dirty Pretty Things in-store at Fopp on Tottenham Court Rd. Which was very interesting if a little hairy, loads of people weren't allowed in and kept banging on the shutters shouting "Let us in", and Gary (drummer) wasn't playing for some reason, but kept appearing on stage to rapturous applause... Shame the music isn't all that...

Vilte got close:

By the time we got to the actual place (Fopp), there were some HUUUUUGE queues, and we weren't able to get INSIDE the room where DPT's were playing, so that was quite dissapointing:((

However, I did see a quite a lot of Carl, some Anthony, a little of Didz and even Gary who wasn't even playing! They did around like 8 songs and it was great, because I've never seen them live before.

After the gig finished, me and Chris waited for like over an hour to get some stuff signed, and we met some cool people there. Sadly the queue for it was ENORMOUS, and verrrry verrrry slow, so eventually we had to leave empty handed, which was the worst part of the day...

Sezzera has photos and some video - it seems crowded, but not the edge-of-meltdown-of-society you might expect from The Sun's account.

And although the people kept out were disappointed, they were still giddy enough - and it sounds, from Emily Noir's blog like Carl and the boys tried to make up for it:

They let all the lucky bastards with wristbands in to see Dirty Pretty Things and we were all standing outside banging on the grate and screaming "Let Us In". So Carlos (being the beauty that he is) dedicated 'Blood Thirsty Bastards' to us, quite fitting.

The signing was a pisstake, that was wristbands only as well, so again we had to wait outside. Then the security guard came out and said we won't be getting in so we ran round the back and waited for like an hour. I went to look down another stairwell to see if anyone was there and I came back to the stairwell we were all lingering around and at the bottom was Carlos smoking a fag and looking bloody gorgeous. Once they'd finished the signing they left from the front entrance so we rang round and I got a photograph with Carl and he was telling me I should of wrapped red tape around my wrist and got in that way.

We still don't understand how locking people in with the stock would protect it, anyway.

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