I was in a punk band. We played a Sunday afternoon gig in a skittle alley in Glyn-Neath. The support act was a stripper. Her mum (about 75 years old) stood beside the stripper catching her clothes. It was some kind of allegory.
Then we went on...
The crowd started shouting “strippers strippers” “get em off lads”. It began to escalate further and the audience started to bowl the the skittle balls down the alley at us.
We were paid £120 for that gig.
I was in a punk band. We played a Sunday afternoon gig in a skittle alley in Glyn-Neath. The support act was a stripper. Her mum (about 75 years old) stood beside the stripper catching her clothes. It was some kind of allegory.
Then we went on...
The crowd started shouting “strippers strippers” “get em off lads”. It began to escalate further and the audience started to bowl the the skittle balls down the alley at us.
We were paid £120 for that gig.
No dog eggs though