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My personal Spinal Tap moment came when we got locked into the Festival Hall in London by accident. We ended up wandering the maze of backstage corridors carrying a three foot high piece of cheese looking for the one door that would lead us to salvation.
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( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 13:47)
My personal Spinal Tap moment came when we got locked into the Festival Hall in London by accident. We ended up wandering the maze of backstage corridors carrying a three foot high piece of cheese looking for the one door that would lead us to salvation.
What goes on tour may stay on tour, but B3ta doesn't count. Tell us everything.
( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 13:47)
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Blur at Reading Festival
I was watching Blur headline the Saturday night of Reading, I think it was 1999, and being the big britpop kiddy I was, secured myself a place against the barriers. There was so much pressure on my back that I was contemplating just getting over the fence halfway through and going to the back, but then one of the security guards made some comment about girls never staying at the front during Saturday nights at Reading, so representing my sex, had no choice but to stick it out.
Around this time, some Danish chap was moaning at me that he'd come all the way from Denmark and was only on the second row, baldy twunt. I didn't point out that due to National Express it probably took me longer to get to Reading from Birmingham, but still, he continued complaining.
The next thing I know, he's whipped his cock out and is pissing down my back! I called my friendly security guard over and said, "oi! This bloke is pissing on my back!"
He got dragged out the crowd and I had to have a shower in one of those horrible festival shower cubicles. I'd also ended up breaking some of my ribs and had to be bandaged up in the first aid tent.
( , Fri 30 Jun 2006, 12:49, Reply)
I was watching Blur headline the Saturday night of Reading, I think it was 1999, and being the big britpop kiddy I was, secured myself a place against the barriers. There was so much pressure on my back that I was contemplating just getting over the fence halfway through and going to the back, but then one of the security guards made some comment about girls never staying at the front during Saturday nights at Reading, so representing my sex, had no choice but to stick it out.
Around this time, some Danish chap was moaning at me that he'd come all the way from Denmark and was only on the second row, baldy twunt. I didn't point out that due to National Express it probably took me longer to get to Reading from Birmingham, but still, he continued complaining.
The next thing I know, he's whipped his cock out and is pissing down my back! I called my friendly security guard over and said, "oi! This bloke is pissing on my back!"
He got dragged out the crowd and I had to have a shower in one of those horrible festival shower cubicles. I'd also ended up breaking some of my ribs and had to be bandaged up in the first aid tent.
( , Fri 30 Jun 2006, 12:49, Reply)
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