Best response to inane punter harrassment seems to be to say slowly
and clearly:
"Sorry, I'm not the DJ, he's gone off for a bit."
(delivered in a - these aren't the droids you're looking for - style)
Astonishingly this seems to satisfy people even if you're wearing
headphones, pushing vinyl on turntables and fiddling with the mixer.
At 11:34 am +0100 16/7/03, Langsman, Marc wrote:
I was asked to play 'tiffany - I think we're alone now' once - after
refusing I started receiving slips of paper with death threats and various
obscenities in the dj booth for the rest of the evening :/
... Clearly I'd rather die than play tiffany anyhoo so I didn't see it as
that much of a problem ;)
Peace,
marc
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