HecklesForget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
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chthonic, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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Alas, the heckler wonWell, if heckling now extends to drunken people in the street
A long time ago, in a town far away...
Me and my gothy mates were walking through Bridgend, in South Wales. There weren't many of us goth types there back then so perhaps we can forgive the valley commando who shouted out,
'ooo-ooh, it's the Kl-eew Klux Klan' (imagine it's Ruth Madoc; that's kind of what she sounded like)
We were so stunned by her mistaking a bunch of giggling (yes, goths giggle, blame the cider), black wearing, cider drinking (see above), late teens for the pointy hatted, white robe wearing, cross burning, bile spouting fascists that none of us came up with even one witty retort.
Of course about seven minutes later, we all came up with some great comebacks - but alas the moment had gone. A lost opportunity, never to be refound as I now live a long long way away...
*sighs with relief*
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ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Tue 11 Apr 2006, 16:41,
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