I was at a wolf mother gig in Geelong years back at a pub with a good mate, before they got big, and the place was pretty crowded. The cover bands had just about finished, so I decided it would be a great idea to order two pots b4 wolf mother came on stage, as I knew it would be impossible to move about once they started playing. Got my beers and the bar was pretty busy, no where to stand nearby without some noob knocking into you as they turned from bar with there own drinks and then there were the drunkards trying to push upto the bar. So I took my two beers up near the stage, as there was pratically hardly anyone there.
Looking around for my mate to give him his drink, all of sudden wolf mother was announced they were coming out.....within seconds a large throng of people come charging from the bar over to the stage, squishing in tighter and tighter and then start jumping about. No chance I'm getting through them, of course I'm already trying to guzzle beer from each pot as beer is spilling out with the glass and my hands all wet with beer. Then some boggan pushes me from behind into the guy in front of me, I managed to not spill the beer all on the people in front of me, but then the person in front pushed slightly backwards and the two pots instantaneously slip from my fat grubby fingers grip and fall to the floor splashing over the bottom of guys pants and girls bare legs and feet.
I get some greasies, though motion it was the guy fault behind me...lol sucker. Everyone is jumping and before I manage to locate the pot glasses, they disappear into the throng. Oh well I think, no great loss...time to party.
I am centre stage, 3 people back and end up motioning to the people next to me that I want to crowd surf....with some effort I get hoisted in the air fondled a little and then some dumb arses start heavily jostling me forward into the sea of raised arms of people in front... who are not expecting an 80kg person to be lunged from behind over their heads and therefore don't catch me. I fall from a height of 7 ft in a lying down position and crash into the ground and hear a loud crunch as my back meets the ground.
Worried I'll be swallowed by still others in front of me jumping unaware that I lay beneath the feet of those behind them I raise my arm and yell out help in vain of the deafening music before I'm trampled. I finally get some help up from the floor and continue to drink, later on realising the guy responsible for the initial push in the back that lost my beers was also who shoved me forward while surfing that sent me into the crowd in front. He was sporting a kiddie bandage on his noise, guess karma works and I roar out laughing and point at his noise, he trys accusing me of hitting him, but I say "Have you seen the bandage they used? It wasn't me!"
Anyway on the way home, my mate states "Your bleeding!?"
"What do you mean I'm bleeding?" I say.
"Your shirts covered in blood" He says.
I lift my shirt and touch my skin that has been gouged and feels like the shape of a deep bite mark in my back at the top of my hip..."I think someone bit me when I fell down from crowd surfing....no wait a minute, those pot glasses I dropped I must have found them when I fell...or they found me! **** that hurts lol"
Of course it was several hours on by this stage and I'd stopped bleeding by then, got a nice scar though...lucky it was only superficial and nothing too serious. But I wreckon it could have turned out alot worse and my luck was with me that night. hahaha
Looking around for my mate to give him his drink, all of sudden wolf mother was announced they were coming out.....within seconds a large throng of people come charging from the bar over to the stage, squishing in tighter and tighter and then start jumping about. No chance I'm getting through them, of course I'm already trying to guzzle beer from each pot as beer is spilling out with the glass and my hands all wet with beer. Then some boggan pushes me from behind into the guy in front of me, I managed to not spill the beer all on the people in front of me, but then the person in front pushed slightly backwards and the two pots instantaneously slip from my fat grubby fingers grip and fall to the floor splashing over the bottom of guys pants and girls bare legs and feet.
I get some greasies, though motion it was the guy fault behind me...lol sucker. Everyone is jumping and before I manage to locate the pot glasses, they disappear into the throng. Oh well I think, no great loss...time to party.
I am centre stage, 3 people back and end up motioning to the people next to me that I want to crowd surf....with some effort I get hoisted in the air fondled a little and then some dumb arses start heavily jostling me forward into the sea of raised arms of people in front... who are not expecting an 80kg person to be lunged from behind over their heads and therefore don't catch me. I fall from a height of 7 ft in a lying down position and crash into the ground and hear a loud crunch as my back meets the ground.
Worried I'll be swallowed by still others in front of me jumping unaware that I lay beneath the feet of those behind them I raise my arm and yell out help in vain of the deafening music before I'm trampled. I finally get some help up from the floor and continue to drink, later on realising the guy responsible for the initial push in the back that lost my beers was also who shoved me forward while surfing that sent me into the crowd in front. He was sporting a kiddie bandage on his noise, guess karma works and I roar out laughing and point at his noise, he trys accusing me of hitting him, but I say "Have you seen the bandage they used? It wasn't me!"
Anyway on the way home, my mate states "Your bleeding!?"
"What do you mean I'm bleeding?" I say.
"Your shirts covered in blood" He says.
I lift my shirt and touch my skin that has been gouged and feels like the shape of a deep bite mark in my back at the top of my hip..."I think someone bit me when I fell down from crowd surfing....no wait a minute, those pot glasses I dropped I must have found them when I fell...or they found me! **** that hurts lol"
Of course it was several hours on by this stage and I'd stopped bleeding by then, got a nice scar though...lucky it was only superficial and nothing too serious. But I wreckon it could have turned out alot worse and my luck was with me that night. hahaha
