Back in my youth
I once attended a ceili (irish disco) on St. Stephens Green. This event had a few famous Irish Trad bands and Acts, was being televised in the states and a very drunk Daz in attendance...

Anywho they were looking for volunteers to come up on stage and me and my group of friends happened to be near the gate to the stage. A midst all the clambering I meekly rose my hand reckoning they would sooner choose a quiet fellow over drunken yob's. They did.

Led onto the stage with a few others we were given wooden spoons to play after a quick demonstration from one of the band members. Much to my disappointment I broke the spoons on my first attempt and ended up having to sit on the stage as all the others had their go.

Until I heard on of the old band members behind me. "Hey! Psst! Kid!" Looking round I saw a group of four great bearded trad banders grinning like kids. "Moon the fuckers! Go on". So I slowly got up from my chair. Turned my backside to the audience and Bam! America and a few hundred people caught sight of my full moon. Best part was the presenter didn't notice for a while.

It's not easy pulling your pant's up when your being physically thrown by three huge men off a stage.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Sun 21 Aug 2011, 8:15, Reply)