I don't play pubs now. Never did too much and the smoke got to me. I did once have the wonderful compliment of being fired from a pub job because the manager complained that the audience was more interested in listening to me than in buying beer. I love that. My True-love has a sure-fire way of getting away from an audience at the end of the night. He just plays a loud chord and sings "Day-O! Day -O!" and they're off. We quietly slip off home and they never notice.