As the Leeds Polytechnic gig took place during the heady days of early punk, a fair quantity of spit and empty beer cans were being directed at the stage. Not appreciating these customary tokens of approval, (or at least grudging tolerance), Geldof announced, with his now legendary eloquence, "If anyone throws another fucking empty beer can, we're walking off!" However, as he'd only mentioned EMPTY cans, I decided it was worth 500ml of weak Heineken to make a semantic point and threw a FULL unopened can at him. It followed what seemed like a predestined parabolic trajectory before striking him hard on the upper body. To his credit, and thanks perhaps to a native Irish appreciation of literary precision, Geldof remained on stage. Although I could ill afford to waste even the 30p it cost for a can of beer back then, I've always thought it money well spent. Ah, happy days!
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