Not exactly a hero, or a show of devotion, but...
One of my money making activities is as a sound and light technician, and I used to tech a cabaret show at short notice when the theatre techie had pulled one of his numerous sickies, which means that I turn up an hour before the night and don't get to see any of the 15 or so acts in full before hand. On this particular night, they had Mr Guy Pratt, of Pink Floyd fame playing some of his signature riffs along with some hilarious anecdotes of his rock and roll life. He turned out to be one of the jovial cunts who tell you the cue lines, then go completely off script and proceed to stand there waiting for you to telepathically realise which backing song they have just deceided they want you to play. As a result there were a few inevitable pauses before the songs.

So after the show he comes back to the sound desk, and starts berating me for fucking his entire set up (which I hadn't to be fair) and that I need to get my act together. This was a prelude to him backing me into a corner, shoving me up against the wall and telling me that there was a way that I could earn his forgiveness. Possibly the most unpleasant come on I have ever had.

Sleazy cunt.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 15:14, 5 replies)

Ewww
that's truly horrible. what a fucking loser.
( cackers, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 16:01, closed)

kind of doesn't surprise me
he sounds like he's probably a twat from his voice on the radio (has a show on Planet Rock)
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 16:07, closed)

sooooo
did you anally fist him or not?
(Halfy By light alone, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 16:11, closed)

With his own bass ;)

( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 17:12, closed)

S'called nominative determinism
y'know, Pratt by name, prat by nature.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 22:10, closed)