just been directed to this interesting subject!!! early 70s i was the small bolshie little shit who "always "started on the biggest bloke in the room,yeah, leon i know you know this already ! went to see edwin starr at yate, i think it was pre the niters, during the show a local decides to put a mug in my forehead!! down like a sack of shit i went, carted on the stage, show stopped until ambulance arrived to take me to the vets for a couple of days, proud to say revenge was taken during my absence, one guy using a scaffold putlock!! about a year later im at an all day thing in bristol[funk city it was called then] waiting for said edwin for his show was tiresome as djs played shit, my vocal complaints resulted in me being asked to vacate, as i entered the foyer with my big new frinds helping me along , edwin walks in ,took one look at me and said "hey man! hows your head!!" before escorting me to the bar to buy me a drink,,, fucking priceless!!!!! its true the seventies were mad,, we would all be inside now,thank god ive grown up,a bit!!!!