My first memory of Capstick was filling in at the drinks interval at a folk club in Sheffield, late 60's (Three Cranes for the locals)
He was the only person I knew who could sing "Rocky Road to Dublin" after six pints of Guinness. And I loved his later burblings on local radio - reminded me of my Dad and his mates, and was ironically just the sort of stuff he parodied. I think he would have seen the joke in that.