I joined this thread at #100 for no real purpose other than to claim just that. It stank right from the outset with very nasty, sneering homophobia - very appropriate that I'm just watching the opening scenes of Quentin Crisp on BBC4.

Oh, and to register astonishment at someone saying they hadn't a "f*lk scene" within a million miles of where they lived (lucky them). This was marked by the slimy slug saying there was "no point in arguing with me". I'd been giving this supposedly isolated person (and anyone else who apparently didn't know) that trad music is all around, probably next door or just across the street and that was far more important than what a broadcasting pundit or columnist happened to think and say about a tiny snippet of some song carrier (but no-one knows quite which).

And so, five days and a million posts later, people who mostly never even heard the original Black Boy broadcast (or POTW) are still (with just a few exceptions) still talking bollocks. About 1954, apparently.

Don't you have any tunes to learn or, failing that, the kitchen floor to wash? I have (not housework, I hasten to add . . .)