Kat - Saint Neots (pronounced "neets") is a little known English saint of French descent but she was reputed to have been more than just good friends with a wandering minstrel who happened one summer to travel by boat down the River Great Ouse and chanced upon a local hostelry where the beautiful Anita ("Neeta" to her family, "Neets" to her mates and probably most of her clients) was holding court in the front window. Mmmm thinks the minstrel upon espying her I fancy a quick pint (or was it one) so in he goes and the ale is good and the gossip is fruity and he entertains all and sundry and especially the lovely Neets with his lute and after a while she is totally entranced by his finger style and custom being a bit slow that night she gives him a freebie and he so enjoys himself that he decides to stay on and he becomes a regular fixture of the inn, singing and playing and occasionally bringing his mates Mortain and Swervedick in to play with him, not forgetting Neets of course, and in good time and on a fair tide many more players congregate on a regular basis mostly Tuesday nights to sing and entertain the local populace until eventually when many centuries have passed the inn becomes the venue of the very famous and rightly so Neets Folk Club except that Roger the organiser can't spell for toffee and my missus says dinner's ready and if I don't stop typing into that bloody computer right now I will die a slow and horrible death and get not get fed so I haven't got time to work out where the Saint bit comes from or even where all the commas have gone or was it the flowers.

Bullfrog - I don't support the Baggies or any football team in particular but my old mate Graham, fellow organiser of the Great Reunion, does and he says fuck off, wanker.

Pete