Oh, dear - does the fun never stop?

I was a regular at the Singers' Club in the 70s, and I don't recall a notice prescribing/proscribing the singers' choice of songs. I recall one glorious occasion when Loudon Wainwright III asked to sing (ah, the days of floor-singers) and did 'Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road' to enthusiastic applause from all present (including Ewan and Peggy)!

By the bye - I was just watching a news item on TV which included a clip of David Bowie singing with his hand to his ear... it doesn't matter what you're singing, it helps acoustically!

My only personal criticism of the present folk scene (sic) is that festivals have grown and eclecticised to the point where I stay away 'cos they're just too bloody big and too bloody loud - but I accept that mine is a minority opinion influenced by my growing geriatric nostalgia for the Good Old Days...

OK - time for my nap. Nurse! Nurse?

Fond regards to Jim, Kevin Shiels and all the others who are keeping up the good work.

Brian