Mercifully for me, there's only the one. It was with To Hell With Burgandy, who I recall with far too much clarity desperately plugging their CD(s) "available in the floyer" between songs in their feeble act, supporting Barckley James Harvest. Oddly, I don't recall the main act at all. I saw them in Feb 1992 coz a friend had just died, so I was taking his place. I went with two friends (sisters of the late friend) One of them returned to the bar, as she'd seen them before. So had the other sister, but for some bizarre but possibly masochistic reason she sat there with me.

I can't describe the band or their songs, the experience was just too painful for words. Hopefully, one day I'll find an album of theirs in a remainder bin or a car boot sale for 50p, so I can send Mark 'n' Lard a copy to take the piss out of. No effort required, I promise.

Actually, I can tell you that the drummer was esp bobbins. She didn't even have a full kit, and it looked - and sounded - like her favourite instrument was the tamborine. Not normally a bad choice, unless you're a drummer. I mean, the drummer.

Hint: avoid like the plague.