Haha, good one, Jim!
I also have a short story here. When I travelled through England by motorbike with a friend, back in 1973,
we once came to a pub in the outskirts of London. We just managed to drink one beer, when the landlord
rang the bell for "last orders" - we were damn late.
When we asked what to do, and told him we didn't have such rules were we came from, and that we were
still very thirsty, he said "Okay, gentlemen - can you sing?"
Shy we asked, if we would have to sing for another beer, but when he said "no", we said, yes, we could sing.
He said: "Alright, gentlemen from Germany - I hereby declare you valid members of the "Bell & Crown
amateurs' choir". Club meetings are allowed even after 23 h - what will you have to drink?"