On a Knock Off tour, we played in Antwerp, Belgium.
First off when we drove through the area where our hotel was we saw some rather mean looking people on guard duty at various properties, complete with machine guns. Turned out we were staying in the diamond district. Hence said machine guns.
At the gig itself, at about 9:45 when we were nearing the end of the set this chap in a police uniform (later found out he was the Antwerp Chief of Police) got up on stage and started speaking/shouting at me. Now my Flemish isn’t that good, as in don’t speak a word of it, but I could tell from his tone of voice, expression, and hand hovering near his right hip he didn’t want an autograph. So we stopped playing. Our singer had the hump and went to have it out with him but I just said it’s the first night of the tour and said policeman has a gun so don’t Fosters him off.
Turns out the venue had a 10pm curfew, and after a chat with the owners the Chief allowed us back on til 10pm. We didn’t ask him which song he wanted, miserable so & so!