The whistle/clarinet player was me (recorders, not whistles - I hardly ever play the whistle now).

The session I usually go to there is Sunday afternoon, when it's a lot quieter so we can try more musically ambitious things. Yesterday there was somebody with a trombone - on the Friday night he wouldn't have had the space to extend it. I had a cobza (Romanian folk lute) with me on Friday, but there was simply nowhere to put it, so it stayed in its bag. The place can sometimes feel like a victim of its own success.