no, the night boozing at Bonsall sounded good. I've had another shit day - looking at my car in a salvage yard after thieves had finished with it.

i've got to admit I did feel a twinge of sympathy for Clinton.

Whether you play the dowie dens of Yarrow, Doh a deer-a female deer, or shove it up your bum as part of circus act - earning a living from the guitar is a tough proposition.

then some guy comes on and tells you you have been wasting your talent on vapid ephemera - I bet he was incandescent with rage. I know I should have been at one point.

still as I say, he has been around the folkscene a long time, so he should be prepared for what some folkies think of us vulgar minstrels. and not descend to rudeness. they know not of what they speak, and its not really their fault.