I went to Cambridge for the seventh year running. I was stood there, hardly able to move, with all this diddly-diddly music being played by a variety of unknown/reformed/reconstituted/regurgitated fiddle-based bands and it suddenly came to me: What on Earth am I doing here? Same old thing, year after year, no real representation of what's happening in the real world out on the club circuit (so no Vin, then).

I came home and had a great weekend playing some folk songs. Don't think I'll bother going back.

Pete