Well that certainly chimes with me, Grahame, even though our folk club folded twenty years ago. What Fred Woods didn't mention is that the audience had to put up with that repetition and so-so quality week after week in reverential silence. It tended to depend who showed up: a fairly jolly time would be had, even on non-guest nights, if a particularly-talented "breath of fresh air" who was only a sporadic attendee turned up. Other times, you'd have four or five singers of dirges in a row. Always at the mercy of who turned up, and the unspoken rule was that the MC was powerless to deny anyone's right to their spot in the interests of balance. You just never knew what sort of a night you were going to have. And if you resented being part of a captive audience on a dire evening, there was always the rest of the pub...

But I have a lot to thank that club for nonetheless!