Well it bloody wasn't and this is the story:

I was away on holiday the week before on a cruise, there was a rumour of a bad cold going round the ship but I didn't see too many people snuffling. On the day before the gig it starts, I don't believe that I have ever experienced a more painful sore throat. By the time we got to the gig I could barely talk and I had a throbbing headache, not a  good start since I am the main singer.

Another band were expected later in the evening but hadn't arrived yet, so we set the gear up at the front of the stage so that they could slip on behind us when they arrived.
We couldn't help noticing that most of the bikers that had arrived and there weren't that many, were sitting outside. No problem, they should come in when we start.

We started playing at 9.15pm, no sign yet of the second band. No sign of a sodding audience either. They were still outside and we were playing to four bikers so far back  in the room that we could barely see them with binoculars. OK, treat it like a rehearsal...... no problem until the low frequency hum started. The sound monkey couldn't stop it and every effort he made messed up the balance even more. So I feel like shite, the sound is crap, we are playing to four bikers that are not interested, what else can go wrong? Well everything really. From that moment (the second song in) we played like a bunch of tone deaf four year olds and even our audience of four gave up after a while.

I thought that maybe we could redeem ourselves at a campfire sing song later out at the tents. We managed to attract a couple of people but it was pretty cold and most of the bikers headed for the warmth of their sleeping bags. We gave up and went to bed.

Next morning we skulked away as quietly as possible to avoid embarrassment.

To top it all, I found next morning that I had lost 3 mics and a gig bag. I give up.