Me and my mate Rob in the Cambridge club tent a few years ago. We´d formed a duo and were doing pretty well at the local clubs but wanted to extend our range, so we decided to do a showcase at the Cambridge FF. Problem was Rob spent most of the night before and the morning embibing in alcoholic beverages. We got up on stage and he somehow managed to get his guitar over his head and put the capo on the guitar and launched into The Band Played Waltzing Mathilda...about two octaves higher than I normally sing. I tried to point this out to him but he just looked and me and said "Sing ya fucka" So I grabbed my balls and did an Aled Jones impression for the audience and never felt so embarassed in all my life...well except for the spaghetti incident, but that´s another story.