We’re back out into the Manchester sunshine for the final day, we promise ourselves that we’re not going to overdo it today, although finding out that my phone has decided to die it’s on arse which might drive me to drink. Sadly my notes are toast, so much of this weekend’s reviews are largely done from memory, which is less than ideal in my case, but every festival has it’s casualties. Those early good intentions last about 10 minutes as we meet up with Rum Lads ahead of their Manchester Punk Festival debut and then it’s off to see our resident punk poet Cherry B who is opening the final day for us in the Sandbar. We catch the end of Shout Louder’s podcast from the doorway as there’s no room inside, which includes the first human pyramid of the day, and then it’s time for Cherry B t...
