Oh God I’ve just remembered another one.
This one was in some shithole pub in Finsbury Park. God knows why we went – the posters should have warned us: these cunts made a point of saying that they were ‘on a cocktail of drink and drugs’. I wish I was joking. The band logo was made to look like that of ‘Red Dwarf’: it was clear these wakki knobends were convinced of their own hilarity and boy they did not disappoint.

They took to the stage with these fucking balloons on their heads, looking for all the world like Ned’s Atomic Dustbin with terminal AIDS, and sounding like a busload of deaf mutes being tortured. To add insult to injury the lead singer (a monumental prick who called himself something like 'Envy') tried to stick a Lego Darth Vader up my girlfriend’s arse after the show.

I can tell you now that if me and the chaps hadn’t been majorly doobed-out on some serious spliffola, the night would have been a disaster.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 17:03, 2 replies)

Hey!
I was about to do that one, you selfish get.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 17:06, closed)

Sozz-o.
On your candle day, too
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 17:17, closed)