In 1980 or so I was spending my Saturday night where I normally did, at the Continental Club down on Franklin Street in downtown Buffalo listening to some local punk band. The place was packed and it was hot and very loud. Sometime after midnight I look to my right and there was a short-ish guy with spiky blond hair standing next to me. I was pretty wasted by that time but managed to tell him "ya know, you look a lot like Billy Idol". Without missing a beat he replies "I am Billy Idol ya f**kin' idiot". Turns out they were turned back at the border on there way to Toronto so they decided to hit up the club.