and as for the dude behind me...
I went to see a band at the Shepherds Bush Empire a few years ago.
The statutory domestic occured right in front of me, which resulted in the guy staggering away from his missus, barging into me and my missus, and off to the bar in a huff.

He then proceeded to check in with her every 10 minutes, barging through the crowd and pushing me out of the way, then back again to the bar, every fucking single time.

Eventually I told him to fuck off, and he then stood brooding behind me and my gf.

So he turned into the "inappropriately close dude" behind me, dancing into me, leaning on me, hands on my shoulders and the occassional dig in the ribs. I let this go on for 20 minutes before I span round, grabbed the fucker by the shoulders and swept his legs out from underneath him. The red mist then quickly lifted when I realised I had just about wasted some over-enthusiastic effeminate man, who had been dancing just a little too vigourously.

I am now standing over him, with clenched fist. He is crapping it on the flor sheilding his face and his partner is pleading with me not to hit him.

Guess who was the twat now?

The Other dude, Mr Domestic, had fucked off to the bar again. I never saw him after that, may be he had seen me freak out and thought better of it.

I spent the next 5 minutes apologising
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Tue 17 Apr 2012, 10:50, Reply)