If the crumpet on a high seaside donkey is actually making such an important contribution to the tradition as it thinks it is (even though this seems to be at the expense of a dozen other projects starved of the Arts Council funding that s/he boasts of cornering), it would surely consider with as much disdain as I do the 'continuity and family', let's all be uncontroversially smug, middle-class R2 listeners attitude of the MOR punter who wouldn't recognise a Playford tune or a Child ballad if it bit them on the arse.

But that would involve reading and comprehending the drift, not single-word-nit-picking. I re-entered this thread to shoot down someone who was being gratuitously offensive in seeking to impose said hideous lifestyle and musical constraints on everyone attending a festival. Bizarre. And I'll continue to oppose that sort of censorious crap without anyone's 'permission'. To descend for a moment to somewhere approaching the crumpet's level (at whom the criticism was not originally aimed so I can't see what the fajitas it's going on about), Sidmouth was 'mine' before it was 'yours'.