Back in the 90's we were playing in Auckland. I hate that town, it sucks the big one big time. Anyway every time I go there shit happens. We were playing at the kings arms, at the time the only small venue available in the whole city. First thing the bar owner gives me their door list, about 30 names; which apparently was friends of the owner, staff and some press. Okay, I don't have an issue with staff (hell they might sell me booze) or press or even regulars but friends of the owner can pay. If you wanna see us play then pay; five bucks or fuck off was the mantra.
Just before we're due to go on the guitarist breaks his output socket on his guitar. bugger. I find a screwdriver in my gig bag, have a look at it and decide to try to drunkenly fix it with gaffer (duct) tape... except I forgot to pack it. bugger. The drummer suggests we try to peel some of the old gaff off his drum kit and use that. Which we did. So some used old gaffer and a 10 gauge string later and his lead is hardwired into his guitar and works perfectly. We played the show no problems. The bar staff liked us and one of them started giving me cheap jugs of beer. Not a bad night in the end and we even made enough money to get back home, bonus!