There is no leader, GS. It's a musical collective of the loosest kind, and the only rule is no rules, saving the only Commandment. Anything that happens there is unlikely to make the next re-writing of the History of the English Speaking Peoples, so we're quite relaxed. We usually attract several local members of the light entertainment industry and happily bang along with them in the key of Barton. Bloke thinks he's chief anarchist, so it is worth PMing him for parish notices and the like, although he has sub-contracted the job of laying on commestibles to me for this bash.