Scotty Mac said...
Yer Oliver, another sweaty record store type story. How about groupie chicks who hand around bands?
I have a good story about groupie chicks. In early 2000 I was touring with Marilyn Manson and we were at Adelaide airport and all these freaks came to see if they could get an autograph. Anyway, Manson went to the bathroom and filled an empty water bottle with his urine he took the cap off and was walking up to the freaks telling them to drink it!
The Cure I thought had the scariest/sweatiest fans - real stalker types and not your average groupies. They would hang around carparks in hotels late at night and jump out from behind cars to get a glimpse.
And logman - the shareholders of the global company where I work were particularly thankful that I stayed back after 5:30pm