One of the worst gigs I ever did in an entire career of complete bummers was the day of Diana's funeral.

Dinner time - a pub in a Lincolnshire town, the room was packed with people watching the funeral and re-runs of the funeral on super widescreen..

The landlord was away leaving a pre-pubertal manager in charge.

"Look mate, we paid for youse. Now do your three half hours, and no I'm not switching the telly off - otherwise they'll be off down the road to see it somewhere else."

Halfway through a tinker family came in, who had were still drinking from the night before. there was a fight and somebody was sick.

I think I got away with it.