Indeed Melodeonboy! It was the Canopus, and it was I who cried "Oh Fuck" in mid song and packed my instruments and first left. Growler had repeatedly asked the manager to turn the offending jukebox in the public bar down (we didn't want it off, just down, so that we in the saloon bar we were in could hear ourselves and so the 20 or so who came to listen to us could hear us). After we had left the manager repeatedly asked Growler to bring the session back, but Growler wisely declined.   

I hear the Canopus has now closed, but all the managers who ran it after Sarah the pretty German manageress died were morons. When we held Jacqui's wake there, during Sarah's reign, the pub-chain owners provided the food at their own expense, there were over 100 folkies rammed into that public bar, and the pub sold more beer that evening than it normally did in a week.

Shaneo, you did absolutely the right thing.