A long time ago went to Ronnie Scott`s with a friend who used to stay down there. We had been in a bar somewhere and got into company with a Canadian businessman and 2 German girls who were backpacking. Flashing his wealth, the Canadian guy suggested going there and we made out like we knew what we were doing. Arriving at the Club the door staff thought the two Scottish scruffs would baulk at the admission price ( about £20 in 1995/1996) The flash Canadian had paid for himself and the two backpackers). Relieved of £40 we next shit a brick when paying £12 for two halfs of lager.
The jazz-rock band playing were a bit pretentious as I remember and our attentions were taken chatting to the ladies. Staff constantly asked us to quieten down and when my mate proclaimed, "What about them?," the reply, "That is the band on their break sir, " we began to think it was time to go. I think they saw us as not worthy of being there The night ended in disaster when the Night Bus we were on ( we had got nowhere with the chatting up ) terminated 5 miles from my mates area.