Stuart and I were playing a pub in Kidsgrove. Staffs. There was a rather drunk gentleman who was having a lovely time joining in the songs ( often into the microphone, with his arm round Stuart's shoulders in a comradely fashion-which doesn't make guitar playing too easy!)A friend joined us for a few ragtime numbers.
The room we were playing in was very small. There was a fireplace next to Stuart , and this guy was leaning on it sinking more pints between his "performances". We started another song - and then the guy's wife came looking for him.She proceeded to yell at him and tell him exactly what she thought. All this was taking place right next to Stuart, who had to move out of her way . Husband had heard enough. He promptly poured his new pint over her head - to incredulous gasps from "our" audience. Wife promptly replied with a creditable right hook - causing his glass to smash on my mike stand.A fist fight ensued between husband and wife until they were thrown out by the landlord.
We just kept right on singing.