Early 80s when the pubs shut in the afternoon.   A bunch of Barnsley / South Yorkshire singaround crowd, Brian the Potty Poet, possibly a certain Mr P of this parish, plus plenty more, decided to go to the Metropole after the pub shut at 3, and sat on the floor in one of the lobbies to keep on singing.   Drunk as skunks many of us.   Me anyhow.   After several raucous songs it was decided that we would sing Eidelweiss, but none of us were allowed to sing any of the right notes.    That was, until one of the hotel staff came down to throw us out 'cos the guests were complaining.    Happy days!

I did have a photo but think it's been recycled.

Joy