After Exodus finished, I went back to the tent and shoved the last two Strongbow’s into my inside pocket. On the way back to the main stage, I noticed a second queue developing outside the signing tent. This surely can’t be a queue for the queue I thought. My fears were confirmed after asking an excited man wearing an Exodus t-shirt and childish grin. He was tightly grasping the booklet of the album Pleasures of the Flesh in one hand, whilst nervously clicking the lid of a Sharpie marker pen in the other. Apparently, the expected turn out for the Exodus signing was unusually large, which had encouraged punters to form a pre line, whilst the signing prior, was still active. I really wanted to watch At The Gates, who were five minutes away from playing the main stage, but if meant getting my copy of Tempo of the Damned signed, missing ten minutes or so of their set was a small price to pay. I got in the pre queue, which eventually turned into the queue, which didn’t move for a very long time. It was too late to turn back, but my hopes of watching At The Gates were quickly fading, as was my moral. By the time At The Gates had finished their set I was at the front of the queue feeling a little bit stupid. I got my CD signed, asked an unenthusiastic Gary Holt how he was coping with playing with Slayer as well as Exodus, and left a little bit disappointed.
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