Hello survivors - just back in Bristol after a lovely comfortable (really!) train journey home. Thanks a MILLION Greg - you did brilliant, even if we didn't find the tunnel in the cellar.

There must be something in the water up there - I've heard some of the finest musicians that England (and surrounding global environs) has to offer.

Oaklette - I was delighted to meet you in 3D, but be careful next time round, as me and Letty will lock you in a cupboard and make you teach us stuff. I liked your whelks. That's not a euphemism.

mooman - thank you for scundering me, as they say in Norn Iron. You just wait til you go through the education system one more time!

I went to bed last night with all these tunes floating round my head (actually, I went to bed last night with mooman, but Skip made me do it). Anyway, I woke up this morning and the only tune remaining was the wonderful "pegleg" song!

See you all again soon, I hope. And we're now taking applications for the Mudcat Freakshow (currently consisting of Greg's human thermometer, Sarah's waggling middle finger and my double-jointed hips).