It was bound to be a more challenging night. Unlike previous nights, there was a show before ours: 6pm, The Gazebo of Death. As a result, though I arrived at the venue in plenty of time, I could not use that time to set up the microphone guitar, sound and lights. However there was time to flyer.
A new problem came in the form of the stall which was set up in my flyering pitch, and I had to keep out of their way as they were tearing it down for the day. At some point, a man, who looked dangerously close to whacking through the pub windows with his shoulder full of iron bars warned me of the hazards of being too close when they were packing away. He was standing several feet away, and the only way he could have got me with his bars was to use the javelin method. I kept my tongue under control and thanked him slightly sarcastically. I really wanted to explain that I was equipped with brain eyes intellect and distance enough to avoid the problem.
The previous show kicked out and I exit flyered its audience. Then I set up sound etc. Then we cancelled the show when noone came.