Sometimes rules are made to be broken. And tonight there was one rule that was destined to be broken from the very second it was conceived. Apparently, and do try to stifle your laughs for a moment, the Concorde has a 'shirts on' policy.

This is understandable since the Concorde is, after all, primarily a straight venue for live music. And shirts-off in a straight venue is often the prelude to horribly out-of-control testosterone-fueled brawls. Or so I'm told.

But tonight the Concorde had a distinctly more mixed crowd, where for some people keeping a shirt on is sheer torture. Can any REALBrighton regular imagine a whole photo story without a topless Glyn? I didn't think so. And tonight will be no different...