Oh, don't know - it's all a matter of taste really - that & inclination, and maybe a small measure of self indulgent crap as Mr Mather points out but in this world one really has to be true to oneself, no matter in what particular furnace those passions were forged. One of my earliest Floor Spots was potentially ruined by a whistler (not a whistle player, note - that was me on that occasion) who warbled along with my Douce Dame Jolie so I went off on a 5-minute improvisation instead, though he joined back in when I came back to the tune. 'Sorry about that,' I said. 'I was trying to evade Mr Ronalde there.' The whistler left in high dudgeon and I got a few chuckles into the bargain.

Here, I think, the spirit is, on the whole, positive. I want Folk Clubs and Sessions and Singarounds to be joyful places of erudition and enlightenment, and I've no doubt for the most part they are, even if they're not quite my bag. My opening complaint was more by way of a morning-after mutterance because I woke up angry and hungover so I though - a problem shared is a probem halved.

Varnigh 200 posts in under a week - I think that in itself is a measure of how much people do care about these things.