Was at a Godskitchen night with an ex way back in early Noughties, for my sins, at Leeds Town Hall. There had been some horrendous hard house on in one room, not my cup of tea, and I was utterly miserable at the sound of it. So we wandered off and had fun convincing some bolloxed ne’er-do-wells that badgers don’t exist.
We leave that room and this woman approaches me asking what I thought of the DJ set previous in the hard house room. Without taking a breath I said it was aural diarrhoea, absolutely terrible and that the mixing was horrendous. My ex grabs me, apologises to the mortified woman and drags me away. At the bottom of the stairs she says that was her favourite DJ, Lisa Lashes and the reason we had come to the night and her set I had just commented on. To this day I refuse apologise for my actions.