1. The lairy, six-pints of lager, chatting to everyone and loving it guy - who for some bizarre reason, always chooses to stay right at the back. Even though they whoop at every song, throw their arms (and pints) in the air, and generally act slightly manic, they refuse to join their brethren down the front, and insist on inflicting their antics on the well-meaning types who'd rather stay a respectable distance away from any moshing and just watch the band, thank you very much.