I'll never forget a gig we did at the Jericho Tavern in Oxford in 1990ish...
We'd nipped out for a bite to eat before the gig and were just walking back to the venue. There was a chap running as fast as he could with a Bromley Boy in hot pursuit...
BB was, of course, wearing housecoat, wig and headscarf, but was also brandishing an iron bar and shouting "We're from fa%*in' Laahnden mate"