I suppose the thing that did it for me was when Roger Brooks died last year. Suddenly it hit me that these people aren't going to be around for ever .. You think somehow their turn will come - but it never does.

Every night and all day the corporate crap oozes out of the tv and radio. surely nowadays when the technology is so comparatively cheap we should have our own tv channels and record companies and radio stations. And I don't mean something like that bloody awful folk roots musics for zulu satirists and Armenian storytellers. I mean the genuinely dispossessed - English folksingers , without major record company interest.

Jack Hudson is one of those artists whose voice is so great it creates a frisson of pleasure from the first note, and where is he on the festival cast lists. Cambridge with all its creative opportunities would be too much to ask - the stage is always too full of clapped out 70's rock and rollers. However what about Stainsby just down the road from where he lives, or half a hundred other folk and acoustic festivals in the midlands.