Local music scene
I used to half-heartedly follow the music scene in Reading (I am a friend of the "More Man" if it means anything to anyone). One night I was persuaded to go to one of the local bars for a music night so I put on my denim jacket with the Rush logo on the back and tagged along. Paid my money to get in and it's punk night. Really crappy aggressive punk night. And here's me in my denim 1980s rock gear. Gulp.

Anyway, I go to hide in the back bar, mainly to get away from the awful music. All they have on is cans of special brew. Warm. Crap.

So I end up sitting in the corridor nursing a warm half-can of trampfuel, when this enormous punk guy leans over me and growls "Hey, mate."#

I clench my bowels and look up, taking in the endless rows of eyelets in his DMs, his bondage jeans, tattoos and piercings, and his enormous cockatoo hairstyle. I'm just waiting to die - and for the record there are atheists in foxholes - and he says:

"Cheer up."

I cheered up very fast indeed. Avoiding impending certain doom does that to you. Plus, I didn't want to disappoint him.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Sat 7 Feb 2009, 21:55, 2 replies)

I am a friend of the "More Man"...
...Donny Osmond?
(Mousy Tongue ...Generally bemused by life..., Sun 8 Feb 2009, 5:39, closed)

That's him.
Quite loud, aggressive teeth.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Sun 8 Feb 2009, 17:17, closed)