I just have this problem with conformity.

Try to get hold of this months maverick magazine. The poor chap who has written this review of my album spends three long paragraphs agonising over why I use an American accent for some songs, and an english accent for others.

Why is this a problem? Do these people imagine that Martin Carthy talks the same strangulated way that he sings. Do they think they think the home life of the Carthy's is such that Norma cups a finger to her ear, and chants to Martin, do ee want a cup of tea me dearie-oh, me darling oh?

I reserve the right to dress up differently for every song. and deep down I suppose I think that a group of people getting together and agreeing to sing all evening about the same subject is pretty crap idea.

Mind you, the leather gear might be a bit of light relief from the music.