Last night, for a change, I helped DramSoc run one of their events. Well, I just stood around for most of the time, but that’s cause I’m not a sound engineer. I did help Ant when he was pissing around in the Tanaka building – when we went back at half eleven, the front doors were locked, but the entrance from the walkway was open. Or rather, it was opening and almost shutting, then opening again, as was the inner of the two doors; it reminded me of Half-life in some way, since if you timed it right you could walk through both doors. Bear in mind that the Queen is coming to see this place in a few weeks time – I wonder if anyone will relate the security guards’ opinion of the new building to Her Majesty.

After negoitiating with the security guy who found us (‘How did you get in?’ says he, ‘Through the door,’ I almost say), we got back just in time to see the terrible final act of the Gig night. I’ve no idea who they were (but you can see their advertising plastered all over the union in the form of smallish stickers), but they were neither any good nor funny. Their act was to sing along to a CD of quite crap songs, jump around, and try and get a bit of comedy in amongst it. Let’s put it this way, the main prop for their set was a condom one of them pulled out in the middle of a song about jerking off. What dire crap. And the crowd were telling them so.

It was almost entertaining at the end, when there were slight ‘communication issues’ between the duo and their CD jockey about whether the guy was playing the right track. Lots of swearing, derision and cries of unproffesionalism (no mention of cowboys though), and that was just between the duo and their CD dude. Anyway, it was all going down the shitter, so one of them took it apon himself to make a flying dive into the crowd, stood up, and headbutted one of the students. What a way to finish.

The only issue that brought up was that I’m not sure the stewards knew how to react – or things have changed a lot over the years. Normally it doesn’t take anything like a flying headbutt to get yourself man-handled out of the building, but nobody seemed to want to manhandle one of the performers out the door. If those two idiots had been performing somewhere else, I don’t think they’d have made it out alive. Still, it livened it up a bit.