HecklesForget 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.
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chthonic, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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At the Horn of PlentySo there were two mates and I at the Horn of Plenty in St. Albans a few* years ago. They had evenings where there'd be a couple of decent bands on, so we'd go for the beer and the music.
On the night in question, there was one decent band, and... well, another band. The first band played, we clapped and cheered, and so forth. They played lots of songs about sex (don't ask for details, I wasn't driving that night). They duly finished their set, and Left The Building(tm). As did most of the audience. Well, all but me, Mate 1, Mate 2, and four girls.
The other band make their way to the stage, accompanied by their instruments. The girls cheer. We... didn't. It dawns on us that all those here present are: the band, the band's girlfriends, and us three. Oh.
They play a song. At this point the only thing stopping us leave is that it'd be pretty obvious. Oh, and the queue out of the car park. The lead singer then starts on a rambly intro to the second song. It's along the lines of this:
"This song is one we wrote. It's not about sex, it's about doing what you want to do, about how to stop feeling yourself, how to feel like you want to feel..."
My mate shouts (louder than necessary, you could almost hear crickets outside) "So it *is* about sex then!"
We laugh. One girlfriend cries. For a moment it looks like the band's going to beat up my mate. Oddly, even though there were four of them up against three skinny CS geeks, they decide to leave it. They play the song, we giggle hysterically. I seem to remember that they left it there...
It took *hours* for me to stop giggling like a loon.
Later, my mate scalded his ankles trying to make coffee when very drunk, but that's a whole 'nother story.
* - I was young then. So, more like *many* years ago, sadly.
(Did I mention at sports day once, I won the race after the one I'd started in? Good, because I was actually third.)
Length, girth, feh. I've never had a chance to show what this thing can *really* do.
(, Fri 7 Apr 2006, 15:09, Reply)
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