WW, it's far more painful with rice cakes! (No, I'm not gluten intolerant, I just happen to like eating polystyrene tiles...)
We were playing a Royal Marine Camp Summer Ball one year, our drummer was Irish and he was marched off by two soldiers with large guns and questioned thoroughly, when asked about his recent past they apparently found it difficult to believe that he'd been the Boomtown Rats' drummer, touring the world...
Or another more recently, playing in a small French town, where the patrons all appeared to be far too closely related, desperately trying to think of slow boring tunes because every time we played anything lively they danced on the table and took their pants off. (Outer and inner for UK and US usage.) The name of the town was Percy, appropriate...
Jo