Not Charlie Poole and the North Carolina Ramblers? Bob's a marvellous song carrier, but this is one credit I didn't expect to tick off. Bob was down here at Llantrisant a year ago, and as I drove him to Cardiff Airport, he told me he was retiring. Thanks, Bob - and thanks, Charlie.

On Bob's version, he sings in the second verse:

They put you in a council house,
Then you get a carbolic delouse.
There's not anywhere to go at night,
There isn't a pub in sight.
Next the cruelty man comes down our path,
He's heard you keep coals in the bath;
Slums were bad, but at least you had a bit o' freedom...
Because it's MOO-ving day, MOO-ving day,
Kick the means test man out the door,
Feed him to your mother-in-law,
It's MOO-ving day, load the cart quick and get away,
No bugs, no rent, when you live in a tent,
It's MOO-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ving Day.

Don't expect the party just yet! The van's got to deliver loads of stuff at number 88, and we'll spend the rest of of the day just moving it. On top of that, I've got to drive down to Gower on Sunday to oversee the new CD being made by Crane Driver and SussexCarole, so the party won't be happening for a couple of weeks. Anyone who does want to call in and shift furniture will be most welcome - I'll buy the beer!