It was very quiet at the pub, so I stopped playing around nine o'clock. This time I'm not at all worried by it. The bar staff told me this is the quietest weekend of the month. Also in my last job, our sales always dropped significantly during the week before a bank holiday. Some people did tell me that they enjoyed the music, and one customer sang. That made it completely worthwhile.
I've had a singer foisted on me. Not quite my thing, but I'll go along with it as long as I need to. We did 'I will survive. It's pure unadulterated shit, and completely lacking in any redeeming features of any sort. Talk about repetition. My next thing is to try and learn some Chas and Dave songs. Oh well.
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