i've also ran round the dog track at brighton......i was chasing a dog......i was drunk. i never got thrown out though. it was at 0330 in the morning.
i don't really know what happened. i was very post gig pissed. i was bickering with this bloke and i suddenly found myself having set off in hot pursuit of the bride's flamboyantly camp singing teacher who'd just bet me i couldn't beat him over one lap (feel free to add innuendo here) of the track. he was pulling out (this post is just a gift isn't it?) quite a lead so i decided to cheat by cutting across the middle of the track. i was viciously rugby tackled by a burly security guard and bundled off the premises along with the still shrieking vocal coach protesting about people feeling threatened by "speedy gays".
we watched the cutting of the cake though the window from the car park, me clutching my guitar case and him still bitching (quite rightly) about it being my fault for being fat, slow and getting caught.
i don't really know what happened. i was very post gig pissed. i was bickering with this bloke and i suddenly found myself having set off in hot pursuit of the bride's flamboyantly camp singing teacher who'd just bet me i couldn't beat him over one lap (feel free to add innuendo here) of the track. he was pulling out (this post is just a gift isn't it?) quite a lead so i decided to cheat by cutting across the middle of the track. i was viciously rugby tackled by a burly security guard and bundled off the premises along with the still shrieking vocal coach protesting about people feeling threatened by "speedy gays".
we watched the cutting of the cake though the window from the car park, me clutching my guitar case and him still bitching (quite rightly) about it being my fault for being fat, slow and getting caught.