Excellent week, ditto weather and we even got a table at the Magpie before we died of old age...
Only one downer - the goon at John Kirkpatrick's session at the Fishermen's Rowing Club who greeted JK like a long lost brother and then proceeded to ruin about 75% of the session by beating the crap out of a very loud banjo at every opportunity. Learn the tunes, Oh son of no father, then you won't have to vex our spirits with block chords better suited to an outdoor jazz band performance. Or even play a bit more softly - I have it on good authority that if you put a pair of old underpants in the back, it works wonders.
Many thanks to all those who made it happen yet again.

Chris