Ian Anderson is far away (in Sarawak I think). He 'sends' me nowhere, I am neither his Rottweiler nor his poodle. If anyone would like to check this with him next week, his contact details are on the fR website, though I'm sure he'd prefer it if you just took my word for it.

Some other ill-informed moron was speculating only the other day that I was on the way out from the fR forum because I'd disagreed with the Ed . . . as often as twice recently. Ian's quite keen on diatribes actually, as long as they are carefully crafted, musically -related and well argued. Apart from the Russian porn spammers, only about six people have had their log-in revoked in almost two years. And jolly well deserved it was in each case.

Finally, as for my nickname, I am heartily sick (and amazed) at having to explain it so often in circles where a minimal knowledge of the Child Ballads might have been expected: #68, Young Hunting, floozie throws rat Earl Richard into well/River Clyde, talking parrots, underwater candles (sometimes) . . . It's one of the best-known ballads there is. If you don't know THAT, what exactly are you doing here?