For those who are making it along to Woodford, pop along to the Breakfast show with Martin Pearson every morning at the Troubadour. I won't be there to give him a hand of course, but he should have a few CD's of last year's brekky show on hand.

We're spending New Year's on an unidentified narrow boat, with some of Andrew Pattison's wine (or at least some of his labels if we can't manage the real stuff).

And for what it's worth, Woodford is one of the most amazing musical and spiritual adventures imaginable - bloody tiring, but vital!