Thats your problem right there.

at V98. I cried for days afterwards. Sometimes, I still wake up screaming at the memory.

as the encore began, none other than dominik diamond suddenly entered the venue and decided to position his not-inconsiderable frame right in front of me so i couldn't see anything at all. the horrendous cunt

my arm at glastonbury...

the stage was about 5 and a half feet high so it was quite a drop and I landed on my left knee and right hand

fortunately it was only during the soundcheck

i was at a strike anywhere gig with a friend a few sheets to the wind. he vomited in the toilet, and i had to accompany him home (this was during the support)

someone shat themselves in front of me.

I hope you fucking broke his nose...what a cunt.

Nothing like that's ever happened to me. I did throw up at a Blur gig once, in a venue where there was a slanted floor, and my puke washed all the way from the top, to the bottom.

That's probably somone elses bad gig experience, courtesy of me though

One - I went to see Reef.

Two - I emerged form the Reef gig covered, and I mean properly covered in blood. Having not felt anything or noticed up to this point I do a quick check to find the puncture... it's not my blood... : |

a man got his wilkins out and pissed all over the dance floor.

then he sat down in it.

ace.

I went to the Phoenix Festival. My mum had managed to get backstage camping tickets through an old colleague, which I didn't really think much of at the time. Me and my mum were sat around when a bunch of old punks turned up and starting making ridiculously crude comments whilst putting up their tent - 'your poles too big!'; 'your hole's too tight', to general awkwardness all round. Later that weekend we found out that the main 'punk' perpertrating all this was actually Billy Idol. Actually quite a nice chap - my mum was sat in the tent for most of the weekend, but he invited her out to see Massive Attack, who she really enjoyed. So the worst thing for me but pretty cool for my mum.

I accidently knocked someone out at the mars volta astoria show and felt exceptionally guilty for it. I'm fairly tall (6"5 now!) and was being nudged in the back by
someone for neigh on 40 minutes when finally I whipped round and felt something connect with my elbow. Looking down there was suddenly a fairly small kid flat on his back
looking a bit shocked. I honestly couldnt think of anything to say (sorry didnt seem right and anything offensive to cunty) so just turned back round.

Raging speedhorn was generally fucking awful.

Having to walk past the stage hard fi were playing on at v2006.

Broke my glasses at a FFAF gig (they were good though, but I was blind for the rest of the evening.

Damaged my hearing at a Bosstones gig.

Probably G'n'R at Download last year. Not for the music (I still maintain that it was better than I expected) but because, right at the end of 'Paradise City' some cunt started pogoing, using my shoulder as support. Lots of jostling ensued and I turned round to find the girl, who'd been next to me until the aforementioned cunt arrived, struggling to control a stream of bllod from her nose and looking at me like I'd just slaughtered her entire family. Ruined my whole weekend.

making a single tear fall out of her eye and roll down her beautiful cheek.

Feeling very out of place with all the cloggies. Stood at at the back in front of raised platform, with a rather attractive goth girl leaning over balcony rail behind me. After a few minutes felt her tickling the back of my neck and caressing my hair. This went on for about 20 minutes, until I had to turn round and hopefully "close the deal"... only to get stabbed in the eye by the crucifix pendant that had been inadvertantly toying with me.

Animal Collective dis organised gig last year.....

so get to the venue at about 10....discover it doesn't open till eleven. Animal collective due on a 12 .....dont go on till 1. Come on stage, sound is awful, power blows at 1.05.

OK picture the scene....it is now complete darkness and the heat is unbearable..... a man walking past me cups his hand in front of his face releases a fountain of vomit into the air which just happens to cover me from head to toe.

Before the first support band had even started! £25 down the drain =[

Reading 2004 :(

at the Free Butt in Brighton, on the way for another drink, bit pissed, thought it would be a fantastic idea if my friend gave me a piggy back ride. He fell over forwards and my face hit the pavement, snapped my front tooth in half.
Be warned: There are no emergency dentists in Brighton on a sunday.

who were supporting Apartment !

collapsing whilst watching shellac at atp some years back. my glasses smashed in my face and i lost my camera+coat. worst thing was i wasnt even drunk or anything.

though saying that whiting on too many hash cakes at glasto 02 whilst hearing ian brown singing 'ive got cocaine in my veins' really was not much fun.

But that's not as bad as being pissed on, while watching Disturbed, by a girl. Sheesh.

A rollercoaster of an evening.

I get to Burnley Bus Station, and my chum is there waiting, we see the Manchester bus is parked, and both approach it, fastly, but it pulls away. The next one isn't here for another 40 minutes, and its about 7 pm.

We go to sit in Tesco cafe, and get caught in a rainstorm - bad when you have hair that goes curly in water.

About 10 mins before bus arrives, friend realises he hasn't brought his ID. So then we have to hope his grandad can go all the way across the town to get it and return it to the bus station, before the bus.

He does, and we get on the bus. Fine.

We get to Manchester at about 8.30, and decide to get the bus down towards the Union. My contact in Manchester tells me Jabez Clegg (venue) is near 'Kro Bar'. So, on this bus we see a bar called 'KRO'. We jump off the bus, but Jabez Clegg is nowhere to be seen.
Asking a geordie emo, he tells us 'Its a fair walk down that way, pretty far away actually.', as the bus leaves.

After about 15 minutes of walk, we make it to the venue at 9, and are chuffed, thinking we'll JUST make the first song.

Getting inside the venue, the lovely woman singer finishes off 'Country Mile', and informs us: 'This is our last song.'

Ouch. We went out on the town, which would have then been pretty good, but I'd eaten something dodgy earlier, if you get my drift, and felt dreadful.

:(

watching Devastations, right at the front. Fell to sleep leaning against the barrier. A bouncer slapped me! and told me to wake up or go to bed!!!!

And then I decided it would be a good idea to talk to Warren Ellis. It wasn't.

And then I was sick

And then I missed Josh T Pearson because I was having unprotected sex, during which we were walked in on by lady's ex boyfriend....

Horrible Boyfriend told me we had to camp with his friends who hated me because I don't know about films, or something.

It also happened that the entire festival site was a great big soggy smelly bog. Hay had been distributed to campers to dry up the mud. Horrible Boyfriend's friends did not want to use all the hay at once, and lacked a place to store it, so they deposited it in mine and Horrible Boyfriend's tent, so already I was due to spend the weekend half submerged in a bog and covered in hay with people who hated my guts.

Also I destroyed two pairs of trainers within 24hrs and had to spend all my money buying DM's. The only thing I ate for the next 72 hours was flapjack which I had brought with me.

I decided to remedy the situation with a litre of supermarket vodka which was promptly poured down my gullet.

When I came round I found myself alternately puking and telling the medical tent lady I was confused about my sexuality. Horrible Boyfriend saw this.

Then Horrible boyfriend's friends make me watch Placebo.

Then Horrible Boyfriend dumps me. (This was the best bit of the weekend).

another direction we can take this in

Worst band that a current or ex partner has ever taken you to see?

Mine - Hard Fi or The Wedding Present, although thankfully at the later we were in seating so i curled up and had a nap.