I remember this gig well.
I got completely drunk with Ian
Copeland (brother of Stuart and Miles) and walked with him to the
top of the Market Square where the police were trying to book him
for a motoring offence. I told the police they couldn't book him
because he was my friend (!?) Somehow they believed me and he didn't
get booked. I then ran back to the gig and just by the Green Man I
tripped and fell over badly
I managed to suffer quite a nasty gash under
my chin. I ended up in the A&E dept of the Royal Bucks Hospital where I
apologised to the nurse. She told me to shut up and lay on the table. She said
to the doctor "He doesn't need any anesthetic...he's got enough in him already"
which was actually true. At which point they stitched me up cold with no
anesthetic and I somehow went back to the gig.
Ian died on May 23 2006 (my birthday).