Mate, you try loving English folk and living in Austalia. It's wall to wall Celtic, often of abysmal quality, and because we're so far away from the sources the Celt-o-philiacs feel at liberty to nick any English stuff that they fancy. That all too recognisable, whingeing Irish 'Cromwell raped my Grandmother, bedad' anti-English tone seems a sure passport to success. However the resulting feeling of being in a very small underground club is fun in a way - plus Celtic is so over-done it's become kitsch and a cliche, and the reaction to English folk when I play it or sing it is very positive as a result, generally. Usually surprise, with comments like 'I didn't know England had any folk music!' Gawd.