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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Chesney Hawkes' DefenderChesney Hawkes played at our University May Ball, about six years ago. This was well after he'd slipped out of the public eye, so we were expecting it to be shit. To be honest, he was fucking brilliant. But, as it was Chesney Hawkes, we had to stand and look unimpressed.
My mate starts slow-clapping after one song. This old geezer behind him taps him on the shoulder and starts having a go at him for not being supportive. Turns out he's only Chesney's fucking Dad, Len Hawkes (used to be the lead singer in The Tremeloes).
After telling us how hard his son's life had been, he said, "Now, enjoy the show properly." That were us told. Got his autograph though. But I probably used it to make a roach with later in the evening.
Another mate of mine asked Chesney to come to the barbeque we were having the next day. He said yes, but never showed up. Cuntmole!
/he was the one and only, so length requires no apologies
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mrlogic is copying your beard, Sat 8 Apr 2006, 9:40,
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