Well done. I remember the Blackheath folk club in the pub by the railway station inn the early seventies, and loads of sessions at the much mussed Three Tuns. Funny about the Royal Oak, though, we went in after a Blackheath Morris practice and started singing only to be told that there was no music, as the customers didn't like it. The customers were actually joining in lustily, and complained when we had to srop. We all the spoke, loudly in Unison, the wild rover. The landlord didn't see the funnyb side and threw us out. That was 35 years or so ago, so the rules have obviously shanged. The beer was always good, though, the Courage best was delivered in 54 gallon Hogsheads.