Christ
I spent ten years DJing around London - some highs (e.g. playing to a 3000 capacity warehouse) to such terrible, terrible lows...

When I started I got a Wednesday night spot in a trendy bar on Caledonian Road, Islington. The guys whose bar it was
would routinely take bookings for birthdays. What this meant was some poor sod would basically give them £100 to bring loads of punters into the bar. No cordoned-off area, no 'closed - private party'. Nothing.

They got a DJ. Whatever style of music they asked for was greeted with a 'yes, sure, no problem'. I would then get booked.

On the night (and this happened a good few times), a few records in, the same poor sod would come over and say 'but this isn't [insert type of music here: say, gay disco]!' to which I would reply 'Well done! You are absolutely correct!'.

*EDIT: I must insert here that the owners would not tell me they'd agreed to gay disco or whatever - I'm not a spiteful cunt, I 'd just turn up with my regular records*

I've had a gaggle of about 12 pretty young women crying in front of me because I didn't have any 80s pop hits.

Ego boost that, believe me.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 14:22, Reply)