LAY YOUR PLANS NOW for next October, mates. It is more fun than a barrel of folksingers. Well, about just as much fun. I believe there was some booze somewhere on the premises, but Mick would have to confirm that. I was very busy singing and rounding up pink flamingos, so didn't have time to worry about alcoholic issues. I wish the transport was less tiresome, because sitting with my knees under my chin listening to tape recordings about seatbelts is a stiff price to pay for the rich rewards of sleepless nights and rollicking days in such jolly company. Worth it, though...