I only got to sing the once, at the Shanty on the Jetty Sunday, but was occupied either dancing or bashing me old triangular thing, so still had lotsa fun. The lack of school rooms in which to hold impromptu (and promtu?) sessions was a bit of a bugger! Richard, sir. The whole idea of camping at Broadstairs is to bring loads of bogpaper with you! The sight of folkies wandering around at all hours, clutching their loo roll is one of the features of this festival, as is the sound of same folkies complaining about cold showers. The trick is to use them at unearthly hours when nobody else is using the water for a radius of fifty miles.
Sorry to have missed most of the catters, but with so much going on, I didnt miss 'em a bit. Does that make sense? Probably only to me, who spent most of the time just outside of several pints!