Oh, and in case the dyslexia cuts in and anyone thinks that I was just writing beutiful smells or whatever it is.

I, like a few others I know, used to quite like Show of Hands, Bellowhead, Eliza Carthy and a plethora of others. Now we have to carry their CDs out of the shop in plain brown wrappers and will not be seen within a mile of their concerts for fear of guilt by association!