Mistaken identity
A few years ago I went to see the mighty Terrorvision rock the house at the Duchess of York in Leeds. I arrive nice and early, and proceed knocking a few back in the bar. I'm walking back over to my mates when I bump into a Japanese bloke with bleached blonde hair, spilling my pint all over him, and most of his over the floor. Cue me apologising profusely, offering to get him another beer, etc etc. He smiles, says not to worry, and wanders off.

After the gig, it's past kicking out time and Tony, the singer from Terrorvision, has found his way behind the bar and is distributing free beer to the fans, against the protests of the bar staff. As he's handing me my drink, who should appear but the Japanese guy I spilled my beer over earlier? He walks behind the bar, pats Tony on the shoulder and disappears through the door that leads to the dressing room. It's then that the penny drops. "That's ... that's ... him from Feeder!" I stammer at Tony. "Taka, aye", replies Tony. D'OH!

Incidentally, I've met Terrorvision many times, and they're throughly nice blokes. Not a whiff of prima-dona rockstar sensibility. A couple of them do keep trying to get into my female friends' knickers though.
(painreliever Lurker extraordinaire, Wed 31 May 2006, 3:44, Reply)