Drew the short straw and dragged along to look after my 12 year old daughter, and her two friends of similar age, to see McFly at the Motorpoint. Frantic windmilling of guitars a la Pete Townsend that bore no resemblance to the pre-recorded music coming out of the speakers, with them trying to be edgy for the pre-pubescent crowd who thought they were the best band ever. Jesus Christ it was f**king torture