So far, the only gig I've really had from hell was about 15 years ago when I was deejaying in Oz. Most of the time people were coming up to me with lines like "so, ya gonna play any AC/DC?", and this was in the days before CD's had become commercially "portably" available. So there I was playing mostly vinyl, and when the “bar room fight” broke out.

The stylus was continually jumping off the record and I had to be ready to put it back to as close as possible to where it was everytime it got knocked off. All I could think about was getting out of the place to make a 'phone call to the boys in blue (in the days before mobiles). Luckily, the guy I rented the equipment from had just had the forethought to install cassette machines (2 of) in the rig I'd hired, so I was able to put something suitably long and heavy on when I went looking for a 'phone box (I think it might've been something like "In a Gadda Da Vidda" by Iron Butterfly!). When I finally did manage to put a tape on and slip out, there wasn't a ‘phone box to be found for MILES!

When I got back, the action had moved nearer to the RENTED P.A. and assorted gear I was using, and I was literally begging the bloke who seemed to be in charge to let me get the hell outta there, but he insisted (possibly with hindsight quite correctly) to "keep the bl**dy music going", so I did and eventually the fuzz DID turn up and, bonus, I got to go home early and got full cash pay!