Iggy & The Stooges
It was the Friday of Leeds Festival, 2005. NOFX had just played the main stage, during which time I had managed to work my way into prime position, glued to the centre of the barrier.
Really I was waiting for Incubus, but Iggy & The Stooges were on between now and then and I knew I had to wait it out if I wanted to keep my spot.

When they started playing I was fairly impressed... but mainly at how a man that far out of it was still even concious. I refuse to believe he gave up drugs and alcohol in the 90s because if he did there was a hell of a lot still floating around in his veins!
I couldn't take my eyes off Mr. Pop, as he lept about in trousers so low you could have checked him for crabs.
The intensity of my gaze could be why he came right for me after he leapt from the stage, I don't know, but he ended up just across the barrier, momentarily cradling my head against his chest.

The big camera was on me.
I had to do something significant to mark my contact with this rock legend.

I. Licked. His. Nipple.

To this day I don't know why I did it.


Even his sweat tasted like drugs :/
( Completely Underwhelmed, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 17:39, closed)

I'm just thinking
Having read your previous festival post, I'm not sure you're safe to be allowed to go to them...
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 22:38, closed)

Nah!
I'd have done the same :-)
(Beer Elf Formerly known as Sparkie..My apologies, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 15:30, closed)