You're being a little pessimistic there, T & S, while there is many a fungal male in a folk festival, there are also a few gems amongst the chaff. Take my good friend Spotty Pete, for example, admittedly he has a severe acne problem and sleeps in the back of his rusty old bomb of a car every night, but he has a heart of gold. While his feet may be a little putrid, he is the best harmonica player known to God's earth.

and our good old mate, Owen Bucks - whiskers, dribble, but WHAT a repertoire for a session. He is the only person I know who can fart "the Mountains of Mourne" while tap dancing.

and as for armpit smell - don't be tooo fussy, dear T & S - its nothing to the odour of dried vomit in the lounge room after a long night's swilling. really girl, i think you're being just too fussy. Pull yourself together and face reality - WHAT YOU SMELL IS WHAT YOU GET.

TTFN,

Lil.