Very Bad Manners
Way, way back in the day, Bad Manners came to my university to perform a live show. I went to see them with my mate Clive. Neither of us had heard the term 'ska', but Bad Manners had been reelly cool on Top of the Pops when we were young scamps in shorts, so tickets were purchased and we duly turned up on the night.

The hall was perhaps only half full, but once Buster started doing his sweaty, bald headed best on stage, the front half of the crowd transformed into a vigorous, pogo-ing tumult of jumping, barging and shoving, the like of which, thanks to my sheltered upbringing, I had never seen before (except perhaps that one infamous time at the Women's Institute Afternoon Tea when an insufficient number of scones were delivered). Clive and I exchanged an eyebrow raised glance and, both being robust six footers, threw ourselves into the throng and engaged with gusto in the boisterous procedings. We were immediately separated...

An hour and a half later, once Mr Bloodvessel had left for his ECG and cup of Horlicks, I emerged from the hall and found Clive once more.
"That was great" says I.
"Indeed!" rejoindered Clive "But how is your chin?"
"My chin?" says I, "Whatever do you mean?"
"Well, it was me!" quoth he.
"What was you?" I replied, a little confused.
"Every time I came across you in the mosh, I punched you in the face. I can't believe you didn't get me back, some of them were really hard, especilly the one that knocked you over. I think I have bruised my knuckles" said he, and proffered his fist for my inspection.
"Alas, Clive" I said, "My face is unsullied, not even once did anyone deliver a bunch of fives to my fizog." And it was true, for I am sure I would have noticed if a hail of blows had indeed been delivered upon my noggin.
"Oh" said Clive, somewhat crestfallen.*

tldr: I had a great night. Clive had a good time too, notwithstanding some slight skin trauma in the general hand area. But some poor student who just happened to look a bit like me in the dark spent the whole gig being repeatedly punched in the face by a six foot stranger.

*may not be an exact account of the actual words spoken
(Mystery_Machine, Wed 31 Jul 2013, 16:01, 4 replies)

I saw bad manners once, they were great!
All the better given it was complete chance I saw them. Me and a mate were out the back of a pool hall smoking a tab when a HUGE mobile home pulled up with lots of stickers at. I asked my mate 'what's all that about?' at which point a voice beside us piped up with 'bad manners are playing, I'm the keyboardist'.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Wed 31 Jul 2013, 16:17, closed)

i'll be surprised if this doesn't get a reply from lip up, fatty

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 31 Jul 2013, 16:47, closed)

They used to play QMU in Glasgow pretty much every week as far as I remember.
I was one asked to step to the side for dancing too robustly.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 31 Jul 2013, 18:43, closed)

Saw these about 1980, nightclub in Whitby I think.
Teen BP, fucking ace live. Saw them years and years later, still doing the biz. Excellent.
(Pookie Bear had some very shiny foez, Wed 31 Jul 2013, 22:04, closed)