Were you there when the "guest", having been asked if they minded being recorded, started laughing so much when a bamboo stick with a microphone cello taped to it appeared in front of his nose, that he knocked the piano off the stage (cube like movable boxes) onto the poor bloke lying behind the stage with the microphone. I was supposed to be staying with Jonny that night but I ended up going home, I heard the bloke got a broken thigh! Haven't been there since! My leg started to shake uncontrollably and the only way to stop it was to sit on the piano with my feet on the piano stool,
I kid you not the floor singers were ten times better than me, it wasn't til much later that I realised that it was the music hall songs that my grandpa had taught me that made the experience interesting!