We played a corporate dinner-dance thing in Brighton many moons ago for a company who shall remain nameless -- let's just call them 'Boyal Scank of Rotland'. They paid us handsomely and put us up in a very nice hotel for the night, and it would have been the perfect gig if not for the fact that by the time we went on, the bright young things had been sat on their arses for two hours first with dinner and then second with all the speeches etc... so of course, all they wanted to do was hit the bar. Which was in the room next door. We played our entire set to our WAGABAHs and maybe 3 or 4 of the dinner guests. I looked on it as a well-paid rehearsal and a free weekend away.