I wish I'd been there
but this honour belongs to my mate Nick. He works in the comic shop in Bath, which is above Nashers Records, a renowned second hand vinyl shop frequented by many sleb types. One morning, Nick was there early opening up, and heard Nasher's door ( the only entrance ) go so, being a good employee went down to see what was afoot. He saw the silhouette of a middle-aged long-haired bloke with an armful of records ( lights not on yet ). Bloke puts them on the counter and says " how much for these?". Nick replies " the lights are off, there's nobody here, it's closed" at the exact moment he realised he was chucking Robert Plant out of the shop.
( uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Fri 26 May 2006, 13:27, Reply)