Now then Bald Eagle, you got me thinking here, and you should see the grin on my face when I read your reply, feels a bit like Christmas!

Sue, played the Duet Concertina and sang Yes, I remember the squeeze box mainly though.

Steve, guitar & singer Mmh! Was that Steve Derbyshire?

Neil, who could play anything, but majored on guitar, fiddle, flute; he it was who introduced "In the gloaming of Wyoming" - see current "Gloaming" thread

Nor arf mate ! I was so envious of that guy's talent. I think it was home I upset once, though he was so placid it's difficult to imagine, but back at his place for offee, I found a chequebook and for a joke wrote myslef a chacque for 100,000 smackeroonies, he didnt think it was funny at first, mind you that might have been someone else for all I know! But I do remember Neil. Didnt he sing 'Chicken on a raft' ?

George (surname never known) who used to spend 20 minutes strapping himself into his Uillian (sp?) pipes, make a few farting noises, then take 10 minutes unstrapping himself before deciding to sing instead

Yes but what did he ever sing?

Dick, used to run the session, did a memorable version of Tom's Gone to Hiloh (I never knew he made guitars)

I always felt the place was never 'run' by anyone, but I suppose he was looked upon as a leader. Yes, he made guitars on his bedsit just up from me, in Clyde Rd. I bought his frst and gave it to my sister, who's taken it with her around the world. I played it in California once, and now its settled in the corner of her house in Hale, Cheshire (as the Locals insist on calling it!) Dick Hebden made more, and as i recall, was rather good. Last I heard, he was a Town planner for Liverpool City Council, but that was over 10 yrs ago. Being from Bristol way he was a natural with sea shanties. He often gave me a lift on tha back of his bike to the Welcome, or to domsci for the Full monty 'after 6.30 evening meal', double everything, fill the plate till there was no more, and half price.

Dr Fish, loved the music, but couldn't tell one key from another

From Nottingham, lived upstairs and yes he could sing, but made better ale, 'mulling it' with nutmeg and a hot poker whilst listening to his Radio, and sucking his pipe, till one day he got married and went away ....... Is it yourself?

Taff, with Rawtenstall Annual Fair and enough slack in his pants? ..but more pints in his hand than songs in his head I think.

Rowdy sang at the Song Carriers, which it was 'very' traditionalist, and occaisonally came to the Welcome. Tony Sullivan played a mean banjo, with others in a band calling themselves Mise Ceol I think, were also occasional visitors.

And there was Dido, Bendigo, Gentry he was there oh! Traveller, who never looked behind him. There was Countess, Rover, Bonny Lass and Jovial, these were the hounds that would find him....

Sure sign of creeping old age to reminisce like this, but it does feel good. I had a session about another later period in London, when I went to New York last October, to provide a listening ear for an old friend who witnessed the WTC attacks. He said, our two days of reminiscing, made him feel great, and made the visit so much easier for me.

I think you are A.J. FISH, but, I'm not that certain. Or am I afraid to admit I might be embarrased that I cant think of someone whom I should remember? Ah well, I'll have to blame the beer's effect on the brain cells!

Taff