Yes, N40. From Next. If you lost anything else it was not at the pub!

It really was an excellent weekend. More than before in the central camping which is STILL too cheap. The loos were I expect a welcome addition. How about water run out from the removals firm or the forge next year?

Brian Peters FINALLY did Sir Aldinger tonight and it TRULY rocks. Last night's session (Sat) in the Woolpack was fine and we got some lovely choroi in the free-for-all after 11pm as well. Jim Mageean was face down on the table by 11.45pm and looking quite fragile today but as Graeme Knights said they had started drinking before noon and tried every beer in the beer-fest too.

Both Sat night and Sun lunch was quite liberating in that there were not many joiny-inny-instrumantalists (particularly once the shirt murderer went to do whatever he needed to do) so I didn't get pushed to do things one semitone up or two down (I welcome joiners-inners, but not if they make me change key) and apart from Good King Arthur's days, which I royally screwed, there were not too many fuckups my end and my folk'n'roll arrangements were catching listeners who were not expecting the songs to go like that.

The owner of the Woolpack rather annoyingly set a load of tables aside in the singing area for food-eaters at lunchtime today. It did rather cramp the sing, and given the amount that folkies spend on beer over the weekend I think that's a bit like killing the goose that lays teh golden eggs - and he does not properly maintaan the lovely old building either.

I'm told not many wre on the trains. Although I am not interested in the trains as such, it would be good to find a way to get more people on them as the need to cross the railway to get to the camping strikes me as rather key.

Thanks to Frank for lending me a sidelight bulb for one of my rear caravan-side-running lights. I was hammering it up the back road to Maidstone and a tug for lights would have been bad. Some twat was up my chuff and I was NOT going to give him cause to say a caravan was holding him up, so at several stages I was WELL over the national limit for that road, with the turbo chirruping merrily - all without a stabiliser and the road is a smidgeon uneven.   Volvos rule! However the fuel gauge did drop quite a lot.