It has to be a shower you walk out of for it to be a dream, Oakers.

Hmmmm, playing an accordion and having a voice like a goose farting in a fog, I feel eminently well qualified to sit in judgement on this one, as everyones' least favourite sessioneer.

And my judgement is............. sessions evolve. I came to the Nag's Head session in Wootton in '97, and I now know it was during a time of change. It was a hard-core tune session of a very high standard of play. Then, it came about that an acapella version of Wheel of Fortune was sung by the entire pub whilst the musos put their fiddles away. Then a good frined of mine started attending, and did the odd song, to a fairly silent accompaniment. Slowly, the hot-shot musicians fell away (allegedly stating it had become too songy) and it has now evolved into a new, equally happy incarnation of mostly tunes, some songs, and a happy enough atmosphere for a Sunday night.

So I find in favour of both parties, in that Mick's credentials as a musician make him elligible to do his hallmark roof-raising at the Hase, and John in his difficult mission with quality control disengaging piss poor performers, both vocal and instrumental. As John says, both parties are essentially saying the same thing.

So I propose a visit from the mounted division of the 'Helmets, supported by D Division of Humberside Whistles, at the next official Hase gathering, to rattle our tambourine with the best of you both.

I'll bring Doug, too. A week is a long time in Mudcat.....

Garfield.