I remember one Christmas night we were playing in a bar. I had the worst stinking cold. I had a boil on my nose the size of a marble and I felt terrible.Really run down. I said to my mate, the guitarist, I can't do this gig, Im gonna have to pull out. Oh, you'll be fine, just carry on, you can do eet. Reluctantly I did the gig but found singing an absolute agony. I struggled to reach any notes and my throat was giving me a hell of a trouble. This girl asked can I sing? YES! I said please do, thankful for a chance to rest my throat. She came up and I gave her our lyric book. She didn't know anything and wasn't able to even busk what we were doing. Just useless. She got kicked off and I had to struggle on. I never forgave my mate and vowed to never gig when sick again.