My covers gig last night at a large chain pub illustrates quite well the ups and downs of these jobs.
On the plus side, a decent payer, and in-house PA provided, so less humping of kit required. On the minus side, the DJ in charge of the PA would have had difficulty distinguishing his anus from his arm joint.
The place got very busy during our second set (11 to midnight) as tanked-up punters piled in from other pubs. While I was playing, a bloke at the side of the stage area attracted my attention and asked whether we did any Take That. My head-shake (remember we are still playing) failed to dissuade him from his learned discourse on Take That, none of which I caught, courtesy of my ear plugs. A few minutes later, the same bloke decided to join us on stage, but a smart poke in the kidneys with the headstock of my Precision convinced him to step down. A little later he was back again, so this time I lodged the headstock between his buttocks and pushed hard, much to the amusement of his mates. Thankfully this got rid of him, but it was only a matter of time before an inebriated 'lady' fell into my mic stand, splashing the remains of my diet coke (in mic-stand-mounted holder) all over my tuner pedal. And so on and so forth...
Afterwards we faced the usual challenge of manoeuvring our kit through a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder, and very much the worse for wear.
Fun gig though.