There was a band in doing some stuff and I had called a coffee break. While the drummer and keyboard player were doodling around with some arrangements, I decided to go and get an extra pair of phones from the vocal booth. When I opened the door, there was the rhythym guitarist from the band, kecks round his ankles, pounding one up his girlfriend, who had artlessly draped her knickers over my U47 and who was screaming like a deranged dog.
I said, "Sorry", made a hasty retreat and laughed my socks off.
With hindsight, I wish now that I had pulled the fader on the Neumann up and routed to the monitors in the band room ...................


