"Analogue is twice as nice as digital." So said James Whittaker, the man who sub-contracted out the job of building York's city walls. "Yes, but can you add a three second delay on the hi-hats in the mix stage?", replied Trevor Edwards, the man who supplied the bricks and mortar for the said same project.

Some of us may never know the answer to Trevor's question, but it is as valid today as it was in 1643...or is it???

The Frank and Walters are back stage in Fibbers, York's premier music venue, quietly leafing through a rare copy of Hayden's "Conversations of York", looking for a blank page so they can rip it out and write the set list on it. Unsuccessful in their attempt to deface an antique in the name of vandalism, I am dispatched to the office to find some paper.

'Fast Anthony' opens the night's proceedings and both band and crowd are quickly into the swing of things, 'Fashion Crisis...' and latest single 'Something Happened To Me' follow before the world premiere of 'Learn To Trust Me' is sprung on an unsuspecting audience. Of course I have the advantage of knowing the words and smugly wallow in my special status position, feeling ever so cool mouthing along with Paul, the crowd however seem to be singing along by the time the last chorus arrives so once again I'm one of the masses. Fame is so fleeting.

'Indian Ocean', 'Woman' and a somewhat rowdy version of 'Plenty Times' follow before the moshers are given a brief chance to catch their breath as the Franks slow things down a bit with 'Today' (which always appears as 'Sarah Lee' on the set list) and a great version of 'How Can I Exist', which I thought had been given a new ending until Niall informed me that Ashley had messed up who in turn claimed it was Sarah who had in fact messed up, Sarah then blamed Paul and he for some reason blamed "the globalisation of the world".

'This Is Not A Song' upped the tempo and then it was new song time again, 'Facing Silence' and 'Don't Kid Yourself' were given their debuts and both got a good reaction, but 'Underground' completely brought the house down. By now I had joined the sweaty throng that is the front of a Franks gig and with 'Stop', 'After All' and 'Colours' all coming in quick succession I was relieved to hear the opening beats of 'Michael', the traditional closing number (I'm getting too old for moshing).

There was no way the crowd were leaving it at that and it wasn't long before our four adventurers were cajoled back for an encore, a blistering version of 'Time We Said Goodnight', followed by 'Daisy Chain' which also seemed to have a new ending.

After much cheering, clapping and number exchanging everyone filed out into the rainy night and reality, everyone that is apart from me. I had a date with 24 cans of red stripe in the Franks dressing room, and you know, we got on pretty well.