Who says the English are dull? We were singing (maybe not dancing) all night long on Sunday night - I had the all-day hangover yesterday to prove it. My village pub was ringing to the sound of concertina, guitar and song. We even had an amazing man in called George, who travels with a traditional caravan and horses. It was a delight to meet him - and to hear him singing Kenny Rogers songs! At about midnight the landlady brought out a big spread of food, just because she was so delighted with the atmosphere the music and the singing had created. We rolled out very late indeed.

I feel compelled to point out that, apart from myself and one other member of this parish who was providing the lovely music, none of the people present were folkies. They were just having a great time, and kept saying what a privelege it was to be enjoying such an amazing night.

I'd take the completely organic and heartfelt enjoyment of Sunday night over the Plastic-Paddy whooping and Father Ted-style Riverdancing that passes for atmosphere in most "Oirish" pubs any day.