Did a gig with a four piece band a few years ago in a pub called the BeeHive in Abingdon. It was a complete animal house - landlord out of his head, most of the customers had been in there for hours getting tanked up. Lots of falling about. We were playing traditional stuff mostly Irish and they were getting very excited excited, shouting good-natured abuse and insults, and various threats involving anatomical rearrangements.

After a lot of falling about, knocking over mic stands and speakers, one of the locals decides that we needed to see his bodywork and tried to pull his jeans down. His dexterity was shot away by this time so he was pretty inept but ended up on the floor in front of us wriggling and waving his legs in the air. We kept playing. They kept dancing. Anyone who wasn't completely smashed had left by this time.

At the end of the gig, which lasted centuries, the landlord slobbered at us that he's pay us loads of money to play again. Somehow we just couldn't find a figure high enough...

Recently we heard that the pub has not had its licence renewed. Surprise surprise. Never been in there since.