Oh, and I saw Uriah Heep at the Dome in 1977. Used to love Return to Fantasy. But in my defence I was only 15 at the time. I don't think I've played a Heep song since I turned 16.
It was from a Mick Box interview in the NME in the late 70s that I first heard the old chestnut about crapping in a paper bag, placing it on someone's doorstep, setting light to it, ringing the doorbell, then watching the fun as the person opens the door and stamps out the flames. Is that what...