What is it about gigs that make burly blokes with BO want to strip off to the waist and be downright arses in the moshpit?
You're average, fully glad, attendee will often bop about, but these unshirted louts are always maniacs - shoving everyone out the way, clambering onto shoulders and farting in faces, barging through left right and centre, and gernerally being rude and obnoxious.
And I'm surely missing something - what's the deal with inflatable fishies at a gig? Top rock act upon stage, and throughout the auditrium are blow up sharks and fish of a Disneyesque character.
I mean, I can understand inflatable sheep at Shepherds bush, and at a push a trans-gender blow up doll with merkin attachment, but Finding Nemo...
It's certainly not tradition...
...definately not an old charter...
...but it must be something!
And due to the sheer volume of ballonery, I'm obviously the only one not getting it.
Or the concept of fish balloons (Boom Boom!)
