You would be surprised he has i down to a fine art at this stage and behind the bar is small enough that everything is in reaching distance as he sings away in the microphone.
His timing is class as he waits for a gap in the song to tell you how much you owe him or query the order
I used to drink in Devvitts on Camden St a bit some years ago. Completely out of synch with the rest of the street it was a proper local. A lad I used to work with in his mid fifities played the banjo and wed often toddle along with him when there was a ceoltas ceolteori eireaan gathering and a bit of a trad session. I sang in there one night (apparently) and it was well received despite me neither âhaving a note in your head or any clue of the wordsâ. This old fella used to get his end away all the time on the back of his music skills; generally with extrenely needy and ugly foreign women in their 40s.