Lets put it another way. We had a road round our way called rhodedendron mile. The bushes have all been cut down because of dogging. there is a wild cat prowling round the local villages - dozens of sightings. The Dorset Echo is a daily compendium of scary happenings.

Yet all the arts council monsense is about Thomas hardy, the first world war and smuggling in the 18th century and all those up to the minute songs about the preaa gang and being transported for poaching.

Most of the folk revival happened in an annexe of Downton Abbey or the Edinburgh Woolshop, in costumes furmished by Laura Ashley.

My language is blunt by design and springs from a desire to communicate. No one is in any doubt as to what my songs are about.