UFOs and close encounters
Dr Skagra asks: Ever seen a UFO? Convinced of life on other planets? Are you David Icke? Go into really graphic details about anal probes. Otherwise, just tell us of your UFO sightings: You know - how you once saw a helicopter, thought it was an alien invasion and soiled your trousers.
( , Thu 1 May 2014, 15:24)
Dr Skagra asks: Ever seen a UFO? Convinced of life on other planets? Are you David Icke? Go into really graphic details about anal probes. Otherwise, just tell us of your UFO sightings: You know - how you once saw a helicopter, thought it was an alien invasion and soiled your trousers.
( , Thu 1 May 2014, 15:24)
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Flying? Check. Object? Check. Close encounter? Properly check. Unidentified? unconfirmed…
I once went to a Mordred / Scat Opera gig in some shonky nightclub in Birmingham. Whilst standing just a few feet from the stage and attempting to enjoy the thrash / fusion stylings of said exponents, I casually looked up, and from the corner of my eye I noticed something odd, airborne, and bathed in a strange glow (which might have possibly been provided by one of the spotlights).
With my peepers blurry, and my head on the wrong side of wrecked, I could not instantly tell what it was, but it was spinning with an eerie intensity. Suddenly, I realised it was heading right for me! As panic set in, I tried to move but was unable to; pinned in as I was by the throngs of sweaty, long-haired tax dodging parasites around me.
I had no choice. I remained where I was and closed my eyes. The cunting thing connected and walloped my poor swede with the power of (what seemed like) a thousand supernovas. “FUCKING OW!” I muttered, but my sorrow was merely absorbed by the loudness of the sheer metal funkness that was thrusting out from the amps on-stage.
At that point, I still had no idea what it was that got me. It was only later when everyone was leaving that I saw...down by my feet was a lone Dr Martin boot.
Who the fuck takes a boot off and lobs it at a gig? Where’s the logic?
You people are weird.
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 14:57, 4 replies)
I once went to a Mordred / Scat Opera gig in some shonky nightclub in Birmingham. Whilst standing just a few feet from the stage and attempting to enjoy the thrash / fusion stylings of said exponents, I casually looked up, and from the corner of my eye I noticed something odd, airborne, and bathed in a strange glow (which might have possibly been provided by one of the spotlights).
With my peepers blurry, and my head on the wrong side of wrecked, I could not instantly tell what it was, but it was spinning with an eerie intensity. Suddenly, I realised it was heading right for me! As panic set in, I tried to move but was unable to; pinned in as I was by the throngs of sweaty, long-haired tax dodging parasites around me.
I had no choice. I remained where I was and closed my eyes. The cunting thing connected and walloped my poor swede with the power of (what seemed like) a thousand supernovas. “FUCKING OW!” I muttered, but my sorrow was merely absorbed by the loudness of the sheer metal funkness that was thrusting out from the amps on-stage.
At that point, I still had no idea what it was that got me. It was only later when everyone was leaving that I saw...down by my feet was a lone Dr Martin boot.
Who the fuck takes a boot off and lobs it at a gig? Where’s the logic?
You people are weird.
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 14:57, 4 replies)
I went to a gig a yonk ago where the act lobbed a sack of cheap plastic toys into the crowd for no obvious reason
the kind of crap you find in Christmas crackers or seaside vending machines. So I woke up the next morning with an unexpected purple crocodile tangled in myhair dreadlocked pubes.
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 16:10, closed)
the kind of crap you find in Christmas crackers or seaside vending machines. So I woke up the next morning with an unexpected purple crocodile tangled in my
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 16:10, closed)
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