For a couple of years they were one of our regular local small bands, I've seen them a number of times playing the local pubs and clubs. The Sultan was the dire pub at the end of our road (now Nandos!).
At one place the 'stage' was made up of a load of tables pushed together, half way through the gig the drummer, kit and all, disappeared through the floor as the tables parted. Hilarious gig !
Something made me look up this now defunct pub on t'interweb, it describes my memories of the the place quarter of a century earlier, it obviously never improved....
http://dodgyboozers.blogspot.co.uk/2007/07/sultan-lewisham-high-road-430pm.html
Features: Timbered room, toilet outside at back with grills letting the rain through, stunk of piss, reached up a passage reeking of vomit.
Action: Door to Saloon bar open, door to bar was ajar but unable to open it. Saloon bar packed, loud karaoke in tiny room hosted by young black geezer who seemed to know everyone’s first names. Everyone knew everyone’s first name. Served by large barmaid whilst she carried a wireless mic singing Crazy – pausing only to shout over, ‘What was it with the Guinness?’ and ‘£4.10 please love’. Whole karaoke session ended with the pub singing Irish songs. Two very fat pitbulls wobbling about, and a small child aggressively pushing past us at the bar. Very aware that we weren’t part of the scene. Coup de grace, one very pissed old bloke, fag burning down to his knuckles crooning his way, slushy-eyed through My Way.