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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Our Bev...A few years ago I went to Moles club in Bath - a particularly dingy and cave like venue that normally hosted sweaty indie nights and 'rawkus' rock bands. I was out with a mate and being late on a Wednesday night, the only place to go was said club. To make matters worse the 'entertainment act' on that evening was the then unknown Beverley Craven sat at her piano.
Her dreary single 'Holding on' had just hit the charts a week or so ago and I'm pretty sure that she was playing this rather mis-matched venue out of contractual obligations - a warm up gig for her UK tour possibly.
Upon entering it would appear that the crowd consisted mainly of leery, footbally, boozed-up blokes and students completely unimpressed by this groany singer-songwriter.
As she puttered over the finish line of yet another laborious composition about love or loss or something and the crowd rather begrudgingly clapped she said:
‘Any requests guys?’
*silence*
Then, one punter piped up:
‘YEH, SHOW US YOU’RE FUCKIN BEAVER!!!’
(, Tue 11 Apr 2006, 20:48, Reply)
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