Apart from my dreaded 'faux pas' which was mentioned in a previous thread I was once asked to sing another song from my 'diplomatic' repetoire, a quaint country song called 'My Granny's a Cripple from Nashville', just as someone in a wheelchair was pushed into the pub and although it's not a song at my birfday party in the Harlequin pub the other year, Linda the landlady, brought in a big plate of roast pork butties just as the 'Klezmer' band arrived thro the door from their gig it was wonderful timing !!