Heckles
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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Our Friends Electric
Crewe, circa 1991 /1992 approx
Gary Newman came to play the Victoria Oakley centre main sports hall - all sequenced electronica and flashing lights and basketball / badminton markings.
I was running the bottle bar at the back of the venue - that's right, bottles of Greenall's worst on a trellis table. The bar, the venue, the light show - the height of sophistication that Crewe could muster.
Gary was on stage, the place was quite full and it was fucking loud. He went into some classics and then Our Friends Electric started.
He got out the first line "There's a man outside......."
BANG - pewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the entire building lost power - everything gone. The crowd cheered - the roadies started swearing, then they started swearing at the building staff - the entire hall's phase ring had blown.
Things started to quieten down from the initial roar of discontent and Gary with a megaphone spoke on stage about how the show would go on shortly
In the torch beam of one of the roadies, unknown hero holds his hand up and shouts;
"Do you want 50p for the meter Gary?"
There wasn't a dry sock in the house.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 17:40, Reply)
Crewe, circa 1991 /1992 approx
Gary Newman came to play the Victoria Oakley centre main sports hall - all sequenced electronica and flashing lights and basketball / badminton markings.
I was running the bottle bar at the back of the venue - that's right, bottles of Greenall's worst on a trellis table. The bar, the venue, the light show - the height of sophistication that Crewe could muster.
Gary was on stage, the place was quite full and it was fucking loud. He went into some classics and then Our Friends Electric started.
He got out the first line "There's a man outside......."
BANG - pewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the entire building lost power - everything gone. The crowd cheered - the roadies started swearing, then they started swearing at the building staff - the entire hall's phase ring had blown.
Things started to quieten down from the initial roar of discontent and Gary with a megaphone spoke on stage about how the show would go on shortly
In the torch beam of one of the roadies, unknown hero holds his hand up and shouts;
"Do you want 50p for the meter Gary?"
There wasn't a dry sock in the house.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 17:40, Reply)
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