Phew, thank goodness I read this thread in time! Tomorrow night I was going to venture off the edge of the map to visit the Eel's Foot pub at Eastbridge in Suffolk, but if folk really is dead, I won't have to bother. Judging by previous occasions, between six and twenty singers and musicians would have gathered by eight o'clock,just as they have for hundreds of years, strong drink would be taken, a very elderly gentleman would sing 'Flash Company' and the rest of us would take turns with Dylan, Broonzy, melodeon tunes, sea shanties, Richard Thompson, George Formby, and anything else that we could get away with. Around midnight we would have been packing away the instruments when someone would strike up another tune and away we'd go again.

Now I suppose I can stay in and watch 'East Enders'and have an early night.