Rumour has it

Went to watch 'Rumours of Fleetwood Mac' last night, a tribute band of (well I'll let you work that out).

They are actually rather good, and are really good musicians, before those reading get all snobby about tribute bands. What made the night all the more interesting (apart from the Coca Cola I was drinking) was the audience themselves.

At the front dancing all night was a threesome a girl with her boyfriend and her mate. The boyfriend had plenty of rhythm but his Posh Spice pout combined with a sort of gay moonwalk, crossed with my trademark early noughties running man dance was fairly annoying, and he wouldn't leave his (far too attractive for him) bird alone. Mine and R's fave dance move of the eve was when he pretended to lassoo his bird and pull her towards him. Hilarious to watch, wish I could have You-tubed it. The mate, needless to say, looked fairly nauseated all night.

The other 'character' of the eve was a middle aged bloke with shorts, a denim jacket and a straw hat, who was rockin out to some Peter Green era 'Mac' and making devil horn hand signs at the band. Straw hat man then chose to light a fag near the stage!!!!! He was pounced upon very quickly by his missus, who held up a 'STOP! Don't come any nearer!' hand at one of the stewards, then removed the fag from his mouth. We got the impression that this was not the first time she'd had to reprimand him...After his missus dat down the bloke turned round to the audience and shouted (well loud) "COME OON YOU MISERABLE F*%KERS!!!". The bird spent the rest of the night sat on his knee so he couldn't get up.

That, my friends, is what the demon drink will do to you.