Good old Chris Martin was certainly 'every inch' the cock last night, writhing around on his back like some achingly romantic crab - and tossing-out wince-inducing lines to the crowd whilst caressing his guitar which was personalised with deep, meaningful and crazy graffiti slogans. But they do have more than just a few songs which are really rather good, and are perfectly suited to that place and slot. And and basically everyone loved it. So fair play to 'em. And well done, Chris, you great big tit.