So here is my ridiculous Mylene Farmer gig story...
I met
@Sheena and his friend in Brussels yesterday and had a lovely afternoon, over the course of which I drank two beers, with food.
Then pre-gig we headed back to Sheena's AirBnB so he could have a shower and change. On the way, we dipped into an off licence and I grabbed two more beers, regular bottle size, which I drank at a similarly leisurely pace.
We get an Uber to the gig, and almost immediately on arrival I become totally, blackout drunk. To the point where poor Sheena ultimately has to put me down to the side (it was a standing venue).
I remember nothing, but at some point I either left or got kicked out (unclear) and fortunately had the presence of mind to get a very expensive taxi back to my hotel the next town over.
Understandably I wake up quite embarrassed. Message Shee who confirms that I didn't appear to be drinking too much and I went from zero to total mess in a matter of minutes. We both agree that it's very strange. Anyone who's spent time with me will know that I'm certainly more than capable of getting myself into that sort of state, but I'm actually a lot more careful in recent years and much better at pacing myself and paying attention to my limits.
At this point I'm totally confused and genuinely wondering if I might have been spiked (not by Shee or his friend I hasten to add!)
On the off-chance, Shee takes a look at one of the two bottles I drank at his flat pre-gig, and thus the mystery is solved.
The bottle: