'You'll have to do it, all the young folks are ill', quoth the Arts Editor. And so it was that your correspondent found himself following the trail of empty fortified wine and cider bottles, beer cans and litter, to see Eminem, the last of the Glasgow Summer Session shows in Bellahouston Park.
I don't think I could be accused of exaggeration when I say that there was, overall, a general lack of the sort of bonhomie which had graced previous mass gatherings in Bellahouston, such as the 1938 Empire Exhibition or the Papal visit of 1982.
On the contrary, the sense of menace was very palpable, even to those, such as myself, who cowered to the rear. In fact, if the 2014 Commonwealth Games should feature a competition for the greatest number of utterly wasted persons gathered in one place, then Glasgow is in with a real shout.
The Eminem show itself was a fabulous looking spectacle, featuring a full band, perched atop an enormous riser and the sort of stunning light and pyrotechnics show one has come to expect from a major rock star.
Quite how this forty-year old multi-millionaire can claim to still represent the poor, the young and the dispossessed is open to question, but the assembled throng certainly were not in the mood to ask it.
The songs were a curious mix of out and out rants, like Kill You, with the band skittering rather aimlessly in the background and The Way I Am, which developed into a big rock song, complete with blinding guitar solo finish.
He did play the hits - Stan received a fairly perfunctory run through, but My Name Is sounded excellent.