Did I ever tell you about the Irish music gig I did on the day of Princess Diana's funeral. There was a large screen tv showing the funeral just above my head, with the sound turned up in case they missed the commentary.

So there I was losing the will to live and singing the Wild Rover as funeral cortege reached the Abbey, and thing were getting intense.

Suddenly a large tinker family burst through the door - by the look of them they'd been drinking for about a week in preparation for the gig. One of them shouts, Don't worry son, I'll get 'em going for ya! and grabs the microphone....

And he knows all the words to The Old Bog Road, The Streets of New York and much else........somehow the audience weren't in the mood