Not biggest fan, almost the opposite...
Back when I could be bothered will all the hassle and expense, I used to be in a band with quite a large following, and indeed quite a large membership; at one point there were 12 band members, but usually only 9.

The singer once went on holiday to Greece and in true comical style dived into the swimming pool on the first day of arrival in the mad excitement of being away from home.

Of course, he found very quickly that there was only 3 inches of water in the pool thanks to someone the day before laying a nice underwater cable - and not for the purposes of data transfer.

This nearly broke his neck, and his holiday was pretty much ruined. I don't know much about Greek hospitals, but if they're much like ours, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been much fun.

Anyway, as he was laying at the bottom of the pool in 3 inches of water, an innocent bystander who goes by the name Vic Reeves, jumps in the pool and gets him to relative safety.

Not only this, but this bystander also travelled to hospital with him, and actually took gifts and checked in at the hospital over the next couple of weeks to see if the chap was ok.

They became quite good friends.

Fast forward a fair few months, and we're gigging at a usual 6 weeks spot, when Vic decided to patronise the place with his precence...along with his brother, who incidently wears the exact same clothes and glasses, and presumably snorts similar quatities of Columbian marching powder - the eveidence was clear to all with eyes!

Vic has a quick word with the singer, and duly comes on stage to do a quick rendition of something shite no doubt (can't remember the song), whilst he's stomping in that stomping way that we've all seen Vic do in the style of a club singer.

At the end of the song, and revelling in the applause, he hurls the mic stand down on the floor...and straight into a nice brand new pint of wife beater that a friend had kindly bought me and placed up on the stage for me to pick up at the end of the song.

Vic looks straight at me (or through me might be a more accurate description), shrugs and goes back to his table with his brother (if it wasn't his brother, then it was certainly a clone of some sort).

So Vic, whilst I am not a big fan of yours, I WILL start to stalk you soon if you don't bloody buy me a pint next time I bump into you.

You know I know where you live, and I see you just about every other bloody weekend - it's like he's stalking me actually!
(dchurch bah, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 15:45, Reply)