So,so many.....
New band,first gig,our drummer shared a flat with a DJ at a prestigious local nightclub,and blagged a gig at what we were led to believe was a student night.Set up,waited patiently,got a big build up from the DJ,hordes of squealing girlies at our feet,lunged into the first number ( think Discharge..) to see the audience recoil in horror and the DJ cut us off after 2 numbers. No money but a free bar tab all night.Oh how we drank.
Played a biker festival,turned up at the field in the middle of nowhere to be greeted by 2 guys with shotguns on the gate (really!) Got very muddy,set up,played the opening number to be greeted by absolute silence by several thousand patch holding bikers.Cue all 3 of us crapping our pants,then the promotor runs up on stage and says" Don't worry,they like you,if they didn't they'd soon let you know". No money,a crate of cider,a crate of lager and a big bag of white powder that wasn't washing powder.Oh how we drank.
Played our one and only London gig,got lost on the way,this being during my recovery from a spinal injury,so rattling round in the back of a freezing cold Transit for hours wasn't a good start. When we finally got there,the headlining band asked if we would mind headlining.Drummer enthusiastically agrees,despite the obvious warning bells going off around him. Guess what? Headliners play,vanish and take their audience with them,we end up playing to half a dozen drunk blokes who weren't particularly interested in the finer points of Punk,and the mens toilet was actually at the back of the "playing area" resulting in a procession of drunk blokes barging past the guitarist/vocalist to go wee wee.I vaguely recall a large German woman ( possibly born a man) trying to sexually assault me. Then the headliners invited us to the party they'd deserted the gig for.Oh how we drank.