In my younger, lar­val days, I was known to fre­quent cer­tain bars where a band who dared to play a dis­pleas­ing song could expect to find a bot­tle fly­ing their way.

But I was­n’t expect­ing to expe­ri­ence a retro blast-from-the-past of glass-throw­ing in the plush envi­rons of Mighty Mighty.

But there I was, work­ing my way through MM’s splen­did new cock­tail menu and enjoy­ing the sci-fi elec­tron­i­ca of Kaza­am Blam, when sud­den­ly an oth­er­wise respectable look­ing young lady sit­ting near­by picked up a cock­tail glass and hurled it at the space-suit­ed Kaza­am Blam front­man, break­ing the visor of his cos­tume.

A rip­ple of shock and fur­rowed brows spread across the dance floor. Who did this? And why? Was it an expres­sion of rage against the synth? Was it a man­i­fes­ta­tion of extreme artis­tic dif­fer­ences? Or was it a clever stunt, care­ful­ly timed to hap­pen in the last song?

The per­pe­tra­tor was tracked down and the sto­ry came out — appar­ent­ly she threw the glass because she thought the audi­ence, not the band, was being bor­ing.

Ah, in that case, the next time I vis­it Mighty Mighty, I will wear my bondage trousers and bring along a por­trait of the Queen at which I shall flick the fin­gers. Oi.