Picture the scene.
It’s the late ‘90s, I had driven 120 miles from home to the gig.
My friend Stu, came out to my car, telling me he’d left his guitars outside his house. He asked if I’d brought two guitars, which I had.
The venue was a function suite in a shopping mall. Up about a zillion stairs.
The dressing room looked like Keith Moon had been there the previous night. The carpet had some very dubious stains on it (seems to be a similar universal theme).
The gig was for the Women’s Netball Federation! Strangely, some very pretty ladies played netball that year! We played to an all female audience!! (Small mercies)
As the evening went on and the wine flowed, the ladies were dancing and we had our own backing dancers!
As we packed up and took the gear back down Everest, I went to my car and discovered a gentleman showing his lady a good time over the bonnet (hood)!
I asked them politely to refrain from scratching the paintwork! They moved to a nearby loading bay and continued.
The car was loaded to the backing track of “Feel like making Love” for real.
Just a nasty way to end the night!
I should explain, Stu lived in a terraced house where the front door only locked from inside, so he put his guitars behind a small brick wall surrounding his front garden. So out of sight, until he came from the back band put them in his car.
His guitars were still there when he got home. It was testament to the era and the town we lived in.
Happy times!!