Oh yes, massive pet hate of mine, talking at gigs
We went watching First Aid Kit a few years back at the Ritz in Manchester. There’s a small area at the back of the sticky carpeted venue that is roped off as some laughable, and I presume ironic ‘VIP’ area. It was occupied by TV ‘celebrity’ chef and all round nobhead Simon Rimmer and his entourage of coked up mates.
In the middle of the set they unplugged and harmonised for a couple of gorgeous acoustic numbers and al you could hear was that gang of pricks prattling on
People were tutting and shushing them, which they ignored, then this booming Manc voice, in the most full on Wythenshawe accent you ever heard piped up with ‘OI!!! SHUT THE **** UP YOU SCOUSE **** OR I’LL COME OVER THERE AND I’LL ****ING DO YOU!!”
They shut up, then quietly shuffled out and left
****s!!