The bedraggled bodhran player (is there any other kind) hears the plaintive plea of the old broad at the bar and begins to sing "Broom of the Cowdenowes", providing his own accompaniment. Luckily for her, the old dear had dropped her hearing aid in her beer, so she didn't notice that he was singing off-key and mangling his attempt at a Yorkshire dialect. Unfortunately for him, the rest of the patrons could hear him quite well enough. Taking a quick caucus, they decided on the worst possible punishment for a gentleman of discernment...they made him drink an entire pint of Guinness!

He staggered out of the pub....