McColls recolections of the Ruen folk club in Greenock were a bit "Little Dorrit" for me. Yea it was in a disused shop with hotch potch of discarded tables and chairs ( I sat on one of those foldy down benches), and candles. Hells teeth I was fifteen on my visit and the rest were not much older, Jim McFadyen was seventeen and he was one of the people running it, a bit of a rebellious place with underage drinking by kids who were buzzing the Hunley in the holy loch in kayaks, I think McColl had never ruffed it, a middle class bore. Sticks in the craw to think he was pontificating to feral kids how to sing feral music. Has anyone thought that his failure to connect with this younger generation sent music the way of the Beatles, nah wasn't that important! (discuss.....bye!)