Hmmm... Well this re-edited pea seems appropriate...
Myself and two mates went off to go and see the Dandy Warhols while still of school age. That in itself wasn't a problem, though often naked, they're not exactly offensive, and besides, we looked a bit older than we were so off we went. We got ouselves right down the front for the support band (oh for the care free days of time and enthusiasm eh?)

As we were waiting for them, a very attractive young lady approached me and pointed out that I had a (not uncommon) Converse T-Shirt on and she had (even less uncommon) Converse shoes on. Even in my utter lack of experience dealing with memebrs of the opposite sex it registered that her pointing out this utterly unremarkable coincidence might mean something... We started chatting, probably mentally deciding that the least attractive of our group of alpha, beta, upsilon males could wait for us if needs be, this was too good an opportunity to pass up. We found out they were Uni students, who had a car and driven from Southampton (we were in Portsmouth).

Holy Mother of God... They were gorgeous, they were at University, they had a CAR and they were talking to us?!? It was all going really well, then the first band came on.

I love Six By Seven more than any other band ever, but that first time I saw them completely knocked me sideways. They were brilliant in a kind of hypnotic, massivley loud, life-altering way that only discovering your favourite band can be.

Afterwards, when the tinnitus had died down, we got chatting again with the lovely females still hovering about in our vicinity. At this point things started to go wrong... I asked how old they were (20 and 21) and they asked the same question in return. My response:

"Well, I'm NEARLY 17..."

My shins are bruised just from typing this.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 23 Sep 2010, 21:49, Reply)