Heartland

I just called up Christopher's bar.. they won't let under-18s go to the gig there now.. *stabs them*
And I don't think Vince's shop is open today, so I can't ask him if he can sneak me in..
First the Sisters are too far away, then Motörhead are for over-18s, now even THIS.

Excuse me, I have small children to terrorize now.

As you're under 18, you could qualify as a small child yourself, you know.

Bit of self mutilation?

Just go. I recon you'll get in, no problems. (providing you don't actually turn up on a tricycle with mittens hanging out of your sleeves)
Word of warning: If you do get good at sneaking into gigs underage, you will grow up "odd". I blame my oddness on seeing Captain Sensible stick a banana up his arse when I was fifteen. You have been warned.

yes I know what you mean Dark.
I think most club owners have to do this to insure older people will keep coming.
not all youngsters are so enthusiastic music fans as yourself Dark, the older fans are often intimidated bye them.

My sympathies, Dark...but as Doomie says, give it a go.

I've been 'sneaking' into gigs since I was 13 ( either the Cure or original Ultravox can't remember which). It's just a case of not being a knob or high profile, once you're in, really.

I'll talk to Gaz when he returns...if we go we'll give you a ring (pm me your number) and you can come with us. Not that that will get you in mind you.

Ness

I'm 33 and I still don't have so much grey hair as I wished...

If all else fails you could try ye olde high-heels-and-too-much-makeup ploy.

Might not convince them you're any older, but might confuse them enough to just let you go in to avoid any arkward questions

I have tried depression, sleeplessness, alcohol, Estonian climate, music from Leeds...

Went to an Anthrax gig at the Barrowlands that was open to all, bummer! had to miss half the gig because I was downstairs in the bar, the ones in the auditorium were closed so the anklebiters could get in.

I say keep the nippers at home or conscript them!

d00mw0lf wrote:Word of warning: If you do get good at sneaking into gigs underage, you will grow up "odd". I blame my oddness on seeing Captain Sensible stick a banana up his arse when I was fifteen. You have been warned.

Yep, that'd do it. Fortunately, or otherwise, I was somewhat older when I saw the Captain play a full gig in the buff.

Debaser wrote:My sympathies, Dark...but as Doomie says, give it a go.

I've been 'sneaking' into gigs since I was 13 ( either the Cure or original Ultravox can't remember which). It's just a case of not being a knob or high profile, once you're in, really.

I'll talk to Gaz when he returns...if we go we'll give you a ring (pm me your number) and you can come with us. Not that that will get you in mind you.

Ness

Cheers anyway, we've talked to Vince. He's angry that they've said we can't go, because apparently one of the bands has under-18s in, and he's threatening to not go, and thus not bring all the other band's equipment.
He says legally I can go, even if I was with an over-18 to make sure, but legally I should be allowed.
Guess pubs are above the law.

But at least the Buzzcocks are not over-18s..

Legally you've no case at all. It's a private venue and the management have the right to admit or refuse whoever they see fit. If you've seen the words ".... reserve the right ...." on a ticket, that what it refers to.

Vince probably means that there is no law forcing the venue to ban u-18s. That's not the same thing. Being a miserable old git, I tend to avoid places with large numbers of kids running around and enough of us feel that way to mean places will have age limits.

Saying that, if you don't look absurdly childlike you should be OK getting in. Especially if you're going with older friends.

pikkrong wrote:I have tried depression, sleeplessness, alcohol, Estonian climate, music from Leeds...

A fake ID might work better you know!

I got into New Model Army when I was underage, but had to leave early anyway because my friend was sick over these two lesbians standing in front of us...

...happy days.

getting into gigs underage is a valuable, perhaps essential, part of your teenage years. it's practically a rite of passage.

damn

damn damn

my first underage gig was...ahem...the Modettes...

my second was Adam & The Antz...

boudicca wrote:I got into New Model Army when I was underage, but had to leave early anyway because my friend was sick over these two lesbians standing in front of us...

If one had long red hair and a Bradford accent and the other a shaved head and a penchant for string vests, I think I might know who they were!

pikkrong wrote:I have tried depression, sleeplessness, alcohol, Estonian climate, music from Leeds...

Try going bald and growing a large beard. It works, albeit a bit too well sometimes.

My first underage gig was Fields Of The Nephilm - september22nd 1998 - Cardiff Uni - OK I was 17 at the time - but had been going to "pubs" since I was 14!

Knew You'd Be Pleased.....

boudicca wrote:

pikkrong wrote:I have tried depression, sleeplessness, alcohol, Estonian climate, music from Leeds...

A fake ID might work better you know!

I got into New Model Army when I was underage, but had to leave early anyway because my friend was sick over these two lesbians standing in front of us...

...happy days.

was it on purpose?

I never saw a band underage.
Drinking is an entirely different question.

emilystrange wrote:was it on purpose?

What, that we went to see NMA?

No, it wasn't. She had to be pulled out of the crowd by these two massive burly blokes - I was left to deal with the wrath of the lesbians.

boudicca wrote: I was left to deal with the wrath of the lesbians.

And how exactly did that manifest itself?

well it's usually nakedness and tongues, Dave

Cripes! That'd be some wrath! Let's go find some lesbians to spew on, immediately.

James Blast wrote:well it's usually nakedness and tongues, Dave

*shudder* Heaven forfend!

Well, one of their backs was kind of covered in my chum's dinner... I must confess I found it very hard to keep my face straight when they turned round and glowered at me. An offer to pay for a new shirt was on my lips, polite lady that I am, but I thought the better of it, and just tried to hold in my laughter until they went off to the toilets.