I remember Martin Windsor picking up a large milk churn lid that did duty as an ashtray, and without stopping singing, crept up the club to where some eedjit was talking to someone behind him in a loud voice. He raised this "weapon" above his head, and shouted the next line of the song in the guy's ear, [and he had very loud voice] Well this guy spun round, saw the raised arm, and I think his sphincter failed, I've not often seen anybody scared quite so shitless.
Giok

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-Joe Offer-