Travelling
from the north west to London to play some shithole or other in the mid-90s. Us and another local band were sharing a van and a minibus to get ourselves, our instruments and our backlines to the venue. There were three in our band and about ten of these other twats who had a brass section and all that bollocks. Our singer had left his weed in the minibus and their sax player had found it. The sax player was taking great delight in rolling and smoking great reefers while we three were roasting in the van in front. To retaliate, our singer climbed over the seats, made his way over all the gear to the back of the van, located the sax, opened the case and proceeded to insert every one of the guys reeds, one after the other, in and out of his arsehole. Our peers in the minibus behind witnessed every act of organic self-buggery, as this was carried out with singer's ringpiece displayed clearly in the back window. At the next stop a fight broke out and the other band shat it despite outnumbering us three to one : ) We never shared transport, or a gig with them again. The wankers.
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