For the last encore of a rock gig, many years ago, for some reason I didn't bother with my guitar, just grabbed a tambourine and started bashing it on my hip. Mid verse I suddenly noticed a strong smell of burning. Grabbed the mic and ducked over to the guitarist: "There's an amp on fire!" Desperately we scanned the back-line.. no smoke or flames. Then he glances down "Waaah, Tom, it's your trousers!" There'd been a box of vestas in my pocket. (I'd not felt the heat because of the adrenaline and my shades case in the pocket, with had protected my skin from the explosion)!

Another time, at a pub gig, we were doing a triple lead solo (three guitar harmony). There was a low ballustrade across the front of the stage and I decided it would be cool to leap onto this, and pull some shapes. Next thing I wake up in the drum kit, with the band peering down - plainly distraught. I hadn't noticed that, as well as the ballustrade, at the front of the stage there was also a very low beam..!