Count me in as somebody else who's only had good experiences at the Cellar Upstairs. It's one of the two regular folk events in London I make a point of going to on my rare visits there (the other being the Lord Hood session in Greenwich).

Jim's description is so bizarrely out of line with everybody else's that I wonder if he's getting his pubs mixed up.

I never remember that "certain gentleman" shouting down a Irish speaking woman singer because she took the trouble to explain her songs, or tried to wreck one of anybody's radio programmes by sending fake recordings of field singers, or humiliating someone on stage by pinning "I am a twat on the back of their chair" or persuading a well-meaning elderly lady to post snails to anybody's house by pretending they were needed to feed a pet hedgehog, or lying on television by claiming that album notes claiming certain approach to folk song, were written by them or shouting down audience members at a public discussion on folk song.

All I can work out from that is that you're annoyed and like being annoyed. I haven't the faintest idea what all that bile is about and I have not the least flicker of interest in having it explained. Go away, calm down and shut up about it.