“At the beginning the night went really well. We were all in a good mood – pulling George’s leg and saying, ‘There’s George’s dad; where’s his bus?’It was a real stage they’d put us on, with a curtain that came up and down. The curtain got stuck, so we played six numbers, not five, in our first spot. The busmen and clippies were all cheering, they really dug us.

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In the interval, we were told, ‘There’s a pint for you lads over at the bar.’That pint turned into two pints, then three. When we went on for the second spot, we were terrible. All pissed. The bloke from the Pavilion [cinema] never booked us. There was a row about it on the bus going home, and I thought, ‘Right. That’s it. I’ll not bother playing with them again.”

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