Crawley

I got booked to play a gig in a pub in Crawley a few years ago. As we approached the venue it seemed like a nice area-nice houses, nice gardens, middle class suburbia. As we went over the railway level crossing the urban scenery suddenly changed to one of stark contrast. Everything looked dirty, run down and a fine example of inner city urban decay. We could see the pub in the distance dimly standing out from the gloom. We were definately on the wrong side of the tracks!
I was the first to go in , which is always somewhat daunting if you've never played a venue before and don't know what to expect. The bar was populated solely by blokes who, as soon as they saw me carrying musical gear, immediately started giving me a hard time for being supposedly late, even though we weren't. Apart from this initial salvo they ignored us setting up.
When we started playing(our style being power pop-Elvis Costello, Jam, Beatles etc.) a couple of blokes, one of which was about 6'6" were not impressed and voiced thie displeasure at our stlye and material. They told us to play something they liked or else, this being "Sweet Home Alabama".Our guitarist cheekily player the opening riff and then stopped saying we didn't know it. Bad move. They obviosly thought we were taking the piss and got more agitated. They were also extremely drunk.