Make sure you plaster it all over Farcebook. Since you're not playing there again, they deserve it
And to add to that pub name, here's another. The Red Lion, Cropedy. They tried the same trick. The landlord even left the pub and phoned his staff from a distance
to give us the good news, becuase he was an utter coward
The bar staff handed the phone to our rhyth git and was relaying the chat to the rest of us. The drummer shouted out loud enough for the landlord to hear what he said.
They paid up. We packed up