Not so much a technical fault as such, but once our singer arrived a bit later than the rest of us and was jokingly told by the promoter at the door that he had the wrong night. First we know about this is an hour later, frantically trying to locate the singer and discovering he'd got the train home.
Anyway, the show must go on and all that. We're just about to go onstage when I discover my bass had been stolen. I think we realised the odds were against us at that point. And no, I didn't have a spare bass either.