During the first concerts during this tour the shirts kept coming my direction while people were fighting over them. While I stood a little to the back of the front. Almost as if they were desperate to go home with me, or at least parts of them. I didn't feel like joining the fight though. And I forgot to bring my scissors to just cut a piece off.
I read that they first smell of sweat and after a day you can smell the other stuff. Is this true, Rome? Were you the person who almost got the shirt handed over in person?
Solomon was funny at the end of the last Brixton concert, when he threw something in the audience, which was apparently caught by the "wrong" person, and he then stood there like "Uhm, I wanted the other person to get this, hand it over please."
I'm not too fond of the fights either, they look scary, but I'm a big girl, I'm sure I could hold my own.
And aw at Solomon, he's a sweetie!