Thanks for some excellent contributions... I have just been reminded of one I haven't thought about in years; when I was a bit of a lad we used to drink in a pub in Shildon (County Durham, England)called the King Willie. It was full of big, rough, mean welders and pipefitters who drank like fish and would thump you for looking at them sidelong. Friday night was sing-a-long night, but you weren't allowed to sing Elvis Presley's 'Old Shep' until the last song of the night as it made some of them cry!