Go on Liz - name names. Let us all know just who these scoundrel dirty dogs are.

i don't know.. they come on here - telling us the right words to the Wild Rover - pretending they know which way Ewan MacColl had his knob hanging - why Rambling Jack Elliot rubs porridge into his guitar, and all the time they go round sabotaging folk music, and acting like clever dicks.

we need less of that sort of thing.