I cheated but feel no shame.
Many years ago, when I was noticeably slimmer, hairier and prone to wearing ripped jeans, I attended the opening night of the Xposure Rock Cafe. Beer was drunk, Pre-grunge Metal was played and to cap it all I won a CD.
By being a cheating bastard.
The deal was simple. Over the course of the evening the DJ would ask a question and the first person to get to him would win a prize, usually a CD or t-shirt or suchlike. You know, free crap they'd been given by bands and recod labels.
Anyway this particular question was something like "Out of all the memorabilia up on the walls, one item was donated by a band that isn't British or American. Who is it?"
"The impressively pissed bloke next to me looked about the room and his eyes lit up. "Sven Gali" he muttered to himself.
(Canada's answer to Skid Row, if you're interested)
By the time he realised that he'd spoken aloud I was on the other side of the room bellowing "Sven Gali" into the DJs ear. He handed me a Judas Priest promo CD that I still have and went off to get some paracetamol.
And that's the only thing I've ever won.
(Big D, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 19:54, Reply)