In August of 1990 I was booked to perform at the folk club in Kirkaldy, Scotland. When I got there I discovered that Ian MacDonald was on the bill that evening. It seems that the woman who booked me got pissed off and moved to Ireland, and forgot to tell her replacement that she had booked me for that evening.

The regulars were quite embarrassed so I was asked to do a short set at the break. By way of apology, they paid my fee in full and put me up for the night. It was a huge old stone house that belonged to another man named Iaian.
I love the Scots.