First post, so be gentle and all that...
I have two tales to tell. The first one comes from when my band played our first gig, in Bristol earlier this year. Now, the night before, in our infinite wisdom, we decided it would be a good idea to all wear stained wifebeater-style vests on stage. So, we got our vests, and duly set about destroying them with curry sauce and badly prepared gravy. They absolutely stunk, and after being left out in the pissing rain overnight and then suffering a three hour car journey in our drummer's boot, they were truly horrific, so much so that everyone except our drummer saw sense and threw them away.

So, we played our heroically short set, and in a true rock and roll gesture, Dave the drummer threw his vest to the crowd. We thought nothing of it until a couple of hours later, when we went to get some chips from a takeaway over the road.

You guessed it.

One pissed up metalhead in the chippy, proudly wearing Dave's foul smelling, curry stained wifebeater vest. How any of his mates could stand to be near him I do not know. And I'm told, two months down the line, that he still has it.

Secondly, attending Distortion festival at Nottingham in 2002, watching Green Day (I was 14 at this point by the way), and who should we find ourselves stood next to but two members of crap haired emo/indie twunts, Hundred Reasons. My so-called mates acted like the typical fan, getting their tickets signed etc. I, on the other hand, declined the guitarist/drummer's offer of a signed ticket, and went on to inform him how much he sounded like Tim nice-but-dim. Funnily enough, they didn't hang around us long after that.

Apologies for length etc, but it only has to please me doesn't it?
(olaf the hairy, Thu 29 Jun 2006, 19:18, Reply)