We had a lovely old lady, once a music teacher who taught both my kids, and a stalwart on Burns Nights when she'd do the poem over the haggis in her inimitable Scots accent (despite her being solid English), who often came to our pub sessions (she'd always sing a song or two, Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye and Wha Wadna' Fecht for Charlie? being two of her party pieces) and heckled us after every set, shouting out "Less! Less!" rather mercilessly! Good times, good times. She died two or three years ago, well into her eighties. Many moons ago we went to her 70th birthday party, at which there was mucho great music from us folkie and bluegrass types. It was so good that I went up to her afterwards and told her that I'd enjoyed it so much that I couldn't WAIT for her 90th party. That could explain that subsequent heckling!