Piledriver wrote:Right! Here's EXACTLY wot happened:
Not more than 10minutes after Razor finished their bludgeoning set, Plodman, who was good and soused and gallivanting about the dressing room area, asked me if there was any chance I could get him in to meet Razor.
"Sure, no problem, best buds of mine, follow me"... I curtailed my hashish-joint preparational activities, and in we went.
After getting over the initial rush of being in the presence of the dour demi-gods, he proceeds to drunkenly point out who in the room was in Razor... stopping at bassist Adam Carlo...
Plodman: "Waitaminnit, YOU're not in Razor"...
Adam Carlo: "Um, yes, I think I am".
Plodman: "No you ain't, I've never seen you in the pics"
Adam Carlo: "Whatever"
Pildriver: "Sure he is, he's the one in the hoodie in every pic!"
Plodman: "You don't belong 'ere, this is RAZOR's dressing room", and proceeds to cuff Adam in the side of the head with a backhand.
Adam Carlo: "THat's IT!!! You are OUTTA here!" jumping up and slamming Plodman past me, thru the curtain'd doorway, thru a bar table and out of the room.
Plodman: "Ufff... wot?"

Advice? Don't insult a man who is still full of stage adrenalin unless you wish to be ousted with great force and disgust.
You were actually quite lucky, Plodman... Adam is not known to let up until his foe is unconscious and bleeding... lucky he was shagged from the jetlag, actually...

In the end, Plodman came back, made his apologies, and was only looked at slightly sideways from that point on.

Worry not, we still luvs ya, Plodman!!!!

WHOOO HOOOOO!!!! Good Times, eh!!!
(Except for Cat's bag being absconded by some worthless tit... I'll let you kow if I spot your knickers on eBay, K? )