From all my posts here you would think that I’m a bit of a fangirl. Yes, I am mildly obsessive about the things I’m passionate about but when faced with real obsessive fans I really just have to scratch my head.

I rubbed shoulders with these, er, interesting people at (out of all things) a Missy Higgins concert. Now, Missy is an unassuming young Australian songstress who has developed a bit of a following. My friend C, who is a bit of a fan, managed to get her hands on practically front row seats for the Saturday gig. Naturally, all three of us who went were suitably excited, having never been seated so far up the front before. And look at how good our view was!

But the world of the front row is evidently a helluva lot more stranger than the world of the back row. When Tim Rogers’ drummer broke a drumstick midway through set, propelling it directly at C’s feet, the girl who was sitting 2 seats away dove in like a ravenous vulture! She didn’t apologise, oh no, she just screamed out, “Mine!” and tucked the drumstick into her bag. Then there was this other fan who approached the stage multiple times in order to give Missy a card, prompting security to give him a talk to. Nothing else to do but shake our heads and laugh.

Luckily Missy was oblivious to most of this and we got a good gig.