This has triggered a memory.
I went on a date with a very fit guy to see We Will Rock You. He had tickets with two of his colleagues. I spent the entire first half cringing as he whisper-yelled in my ear how much he wanted me to [redacted]. I more or less fled from the theatre at intermission. I later worked out he was in the early throes of a significant crystal habit. I've never been able to listen to any of the songs from the said jukebox musical again!