A few years ago, maybe 2009/10ish, I was at a Little Barrie gig at Night & Day in Manchester. Me & a friend had got there early & were having a few drinks as the place started to fill up.
When it was my round again, the bar was chocka, but after a bit I get to the front. A short bloke with big hair appears in my peripheral vision, & next thing, I'm being edged slowly out of my place at the bar.
At this point, I'm hot & getting grumpy, so I push firmly back, shunting the guy away from me and backwards away from the bar. I get our drinks & head back to the table, leaning heavily on the pushy bar bloke on the way, and maybe treading on a few toes.
I get back to our table, & my mate is peeing himself laughing.
"What's up?" I ask;
"What exactly have you got against Johnny Marr?" ;
I'm a big Smiths & Johnny Marr fan, I turn around, mortified, to get a proper look at the guy, and it is JM.
Later I went to apologise to the great man & he was lovely