I never learn. Every single bar night - well, every single bar night where the DJ isn't a fuckwit and actually does play good music - they wind us up into the Monster Mosh Set, and as soon as I hear the anticipatory-tingle first few bars of "Killing in the Name", or "Breathe", or "Song 2", or whatever is the first cab off the rank this time, all my good intentions fly out the window. I get it going with the full-body headbang. All through "Du Hast" and "Twisted" and the entire half-hour set of sweaty hair in the face.

And the next day, I ache.

Oh boy, do I ache.

Ouch.