the story is partially true, the club was the London rd celtic club, I was there playing in the band. The true story is their new colour telly got knocked that morning. Two guys in white coats walked in and said they had been delivered the wrong one. The idiots even gave the guys a hand out to their van, - knocked, gone. At night we arrived to play and Andy was the cabaret that was booked (we had played with Andy on the same bill many times) He knew we were all bears and commented in the dressing room about their telly and we all had a giggle. Well we announced him and played him on, and we went to the bar to listen to his patter. After one particular joke he suddenly shot round and gave a look at this big crucifix on the wall and said "oh I see you got the cunt that stole your telly" Us at the bar werer howling with laughter and found out we were the only ones that werer laughing. They booed him off and we were told by the convener to get back on stage and play but we wernt happy as we were supposed to be on a break . So we played two songs and came off, went into the dressing room and there was Andy getting his money and the convener saying "don't come fuckin back" That story is true, and by the way, they got rid of the big crucifix after that.