At a Dead Kennedys gig..
Of all places.
The doorman/bouncer/thug didn't even ask to see my ticket, just ushered me in with 'have a nice evening sir'
I was served instantly at the bar. Then it started. All fucking night. 'Ere, thats that bloke of the telly. You are that bloke off the telly arn'tcha'
After about 20 minutes of this ( even when I went for a piss ), someone gave me a beer!. 'Love the show mate', he slurred in a drunken way, 'Have a beer!'.
Not one to pass up free beer. Between bands, this kept happening. It started making me feel rather paranoid. What really annoyed me was during 'Moon Over Marin', some twunt asked me for my autograph. Not a good idea to do that, not during my fave DK track. I yelled 'Who the flying fuck do you think I am anyway?'. 'Ozzy', came the crestfallen reply. All I could say was 'Sorry kiddo, I'm just a lookalike'
I have since shaved my head. Still, I got served at the bar quickly, got a free beer and a spliff or two, so I'm not really complaining.
( moonbadger Doesn't judge a fish by its ability to climb trees, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 19:23, Reply)