One of my favorite stories is the following: In 1997, I went together with my friend George to see Skunk Anansie in Stuttgart. Outside the venue there were the typical Dutch sellers of merchandise, screaming: "Skorfs, deeshörts". George went to buy one of these shirts for 15 German Marks - 10 Marks cheaper than the shirts, who were sold inside the venue - and put it on. We left the venue, after the concert, because George wanted to have his shirt signed by Skin, Skunk Anansie´s fronter....