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.