My Bloody Valentine
No, not the story about the Valentine's Day that coincided with my bird's blob.

Me and me mate were students in London. We went to student central or ULU as it is known just for something to do. We got there and found out that we couldn't go into the club bit as there was a gig going down: My Bloody Valentine.

Not wanting to miss out on the big room full of girlies, we went up to the entrance and said we were on the guestlist. The staff checked but our names weren't on there, of course. We made them check again. Then we made them send for one of the band and they did.

The bass player came down, looked at us, twigged that we were taking the piss, shrugged and said "must have left them off the list, let them in". Result.

After the gig we bumped into her again, she was helping the bar staff by collecting glasses, some humble indie-band thing I imagine. We gave her our empty glasses, complemented her on the performance and went on our way.

'king blaggers.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 11:22, 1 reply)

Funny enough
When she was in Snowpony, I met up with her at a show (the preamble to that happening was my answer to this QotW) and ended up having to convince the bouncer that *she* was who she said she was as her Very Official Venue-Issued Band ID was in the back with the rest of her stuff. Typical for that place. Deb is truly fab.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Sat 18 Apr 2009, 0:27, closed)