Listening on the net while doing the ironing, I'm about half-way through and it's as boring as, well, the ironing, really. Such long, rambling, ill-prepared speeeches. It's just as well the music's more entertaining. Hold, on though: what about that Martin Carthy song? That was the most turgid thing ever. Kathryn Tickell was brilliant. Bellowhead good, too, but they always come across as being rather less than the sum of their parts. Helluva set of parts, tho'!

Oh, the other thing was the prominence of the Scottish contingent throughout the whole evening.