My worst gig was Donovan at the Cadogan Hall in Sloane Square.
A friend of mine who thinks he is an old hippy, but he's not, persuaded a group of us to go. This was about 5 years back.
Donovan sat on a bean bag, crosslegged and strummed his way through his hits, no atmosphere whatsoever. His voice has gone and he should of packed it in years ago. Maybe he had a tax bill to pay, who knows.
A terrible evening, only made passible by stopping at Victoria Station and going into the Wetherspoons for a few pints.