Somebody recently came up to me to bet me a fiver he could make it to the end of my set without making a fool of himself. After drunkenly staggering back and falling over a sofa immediately afterwards he quickly conceded defeat. The same night a girl started licking my new shoes. Bizarre.
> 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.
