While Pauline was playing, an earnest-looking man walked across the front between the audience and the stage, pushing a trolley with empty flat aluminium serving pans on it. Oblivious to the punky crowd, he was on a mission.
Several minutes later, he crossed again in the opposite direction, this time trundling the same trolley with identical pans full of mashed potato covered in clingfilm. He had the same focused, intent expression on his face. Nothing could have been happening, as far as he was concerned: no music, no punks, just his journey across the room with the mashed potato.
His final journey, during Gina's set, was to return in the original direction, again with a trolley with empty pans on it. Was he real? Was he a performance artist doing a piece called Mashed Potato Journey? Was he a figment of my imagination? I've been wondering about this ever since it happened.