Let's just say that tonight was somewhat of a disaster, but I suppopse it was partly our fault. Avril had drunk a few glasses of wine when we picked her up, but she seemed OK. She did quite well with her first song although we all had to prompt her a bit. There were a a crowd of men in the corner who were probably more inpressed with her physical assets than her singing and we didn't realise how many drinks they were buying her. The landlord predictably showed interest as well and ended up having a row with the men who were getting very friendly with her. Later on one of the men, an australian, started singing "My one-eyed Trouser Snake" and she said that she'd learnt it from her ex-husband and joined in with him. When it looked as though she was going to undo his trousers, Hilda the landlady went ballistic and threw us all out.