Thanks for the replies, and apologies for intruding upon the thread started by Pied Piper.....

Joan from Wigan,

I haven't set foot in a folk club,apart from the 'Welly' in Boscastle, Cornwall,(which is dead good), for 25 years but may well make an exception in the near future.

I will be carrying a rolled up copy of 'Mojo' and wearing a pink Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemueum, Carnation in my right buttonhole.

Sorry about the 'Singer Songwriter' thing, but I only speak from years of experience of listening to whingeing, whining, sensitive Herberts playing acoustic guitars going on about how somebody betrayed their pet Frog when they were twelve years old.

(I loved that Frog.)

Also, don't apologise for the thread creep, the only thread creep around here is me.

Alanabit,

Sorry, Monica says she won't be able to attend, (nearly said 'come' there.)

She sends her sincere apologies, but her new boyfriend has apparently promised to splash out on a new Mudcat Tee Shirt for her.

greg stephens,

I assume that you, like myself, are of typical mongrel english persuasion and (hopefully) proud of it.

I don't know anything about American politics. The man got caught out, found out, and lied about it.

At least he can play an instrument, and I bet he gives better sax than Saint Tony plays guitar.

I'd like to see Bill in a head to head musical duel with Tony, (like the one in 'Crossroads')

The modified storyline would feature Tony Blair as Steve Vai trying to get John Prescott out of the contract he signed with the Devil at the crossroads in order to be a steward on a cruise ship, and, latterly, as a working class hero, owning two Jags, (one of which is used exclusively to drive into the kitchen to microwave more big pies.)

Ralph Macchio,(Bill) trashes Blair's finger board fumblings and Prescott is disgraced and consigned to the deepest pits of hell, and not a moment too soon.

(Is it only me, or does Prescott bear an uncanny resemblance to Buzz Lightyear of 'Toy Story' fame?)

alanww,

You are obviously a pervert. I hate you, and everything you stand for. Well done!

Mrs Duck,

I used to play in a duo called 'The Duck Brothers', we're not related, are we?

Probably not. We weren't siblings, and we weren't ducks, but we were always 'top of the bill'. (Sorry.)

John Routledge,

Thank you for destroying the little picture I had built up in my mind....

Harryoldham,

Don't know, I've got a five string my Mam bought me in the loft. I've just seen 'Oh Brother Where Art Thou,' and I'm going to re-string it and set it up this weekend.

Dave the Gnomme, (Intentional misprunt.)

Thanks for getting back, I think Harry did a three hour show and I've still got some of his stuff on poorly recorded cassettes.

I heard music on his programme that I'm still listening to now, and would like him to know that his efforts were much appreciated.

Ted Edwards used to turn up in the Cross Keys in Eccles wearing a woolly jerkin and Viking helmet, he had the skull of an (allegedly) long dead monk in his flat, and didn't really give a toss about anything.

As a callow youth, I remember him telling me one night that, 'He had no bad habits, as he had convinced himself that they were all good 'uns.'

I bought a copy of 'Slutchy Brew' off him, (twice) and a weird series of coincidences led me to being a resident of Mill Lane, Aspull, Wigan, which leads into Borsdane Woods, about which him or his mate Sid Hague wrote a song.

Somebody told me that he (Ted) had died years ago of a heart attack.

I am pleased to know that the rumours of his passing were greatly exaggerated.

Will be in touch.

Ian.