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Well, I'm here, listening to Six Foot Hick and wondering what I'm doing today. Probably going to see the cleaned up version of Metropolis. Saw Nashville Pussy play last night - as classy as you'd think - but was amazed at crowd behaviour: worst gig I've been to in a long time.
Little story: a friend of mine was up the front with me, and an early 20s woman began to try to claw her way up the front. Normally, no problem - people ask, I'll move over a bit - but she was kicking, pinching, trying to get up there. So I turned into Stone Man. And I'm not a small guy, so it's easy to hold my ground. She gets bored of this, tips her beer on me and starts in on my friend. I can't exactly see what's happening, but I hear him try to tell her to fuck off and stop being an arse - security come over and escort her to the front row, and we later discover that she's bitten my friend's arm. What the fuck?
I have a real problem with people who want to invoke security to help them get what they want, but then can get away scot free with shit like that. Fuck. Grr! |
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