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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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I went to see James Blunt (don't laugh, I'd got the tickets before he was stupidly famous on the radio and anyway he was damn good)
I'd been to Reading Festival a bit before that so I knew what it was like to be in a massive crushing crowd, most of them being scary little goth people (Marilyn Manson) or happy headbangers (Iron Maiden)...
Anyway there was obviously a fair crowd at the James Blunt, except, they were mostly chavvy girls. I decide to push my way to the front a bit with my mate, and the girls decide They Do Not Like This. So they decided to try out some pretty laughable ways of getting me to move back, pulling my hair a bit, that sort of thing.
The best bit was at the end of the gig when one girl decided to kick me in the shin. SHE was wearing a stupid soft pair of those ballet shoes or something, I was wearing my big Doc Martens. She went home with a sore foot that night.
Also I remarked to my mates how utterly shite the support band were, turned round and the band were stood behind me, that was funny.
( , Thu 6 Jul 2006, 10:17, Reply)
I'd been to Reading Festival a bit before that so I knew what it was like to be in a massive crushing crowd, most of them being scary little goth people (Marilyn Manson) or happy headbangers (Iron Maiden)...
Anyway there was obviously a fair crowd at the James Blunt, except, they were mostly chavvy girls. I decide to push my way to the front a bit with my mate, and the girls decide They Do Not Like This. So they decided to try out some pretty laughable ways of getting me to move back, pulling my hair a bit, that sort of thing.
The best bit was at the end of the gig when one girl decided to kick me in the shin. SHE was wearing a stupid soft pair of those ballet shoes or something, I was wearing my big Doc Martens. She went home with a sore foot that night.
Also I remarked to my mates how utterly shite the support band were, turned round and the band were stood behind me, that was funny.
( , Thu 6 Jul 2006, 10:17, Reply)
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