Not too long ago, i was there in a folk club . And someone started doing The Unquiet Grave with that awful lisping affected insipid diction that means invariably they've been inspired by the great white hope of the folk tradition, the Mike Harding Show, and probably The Living Tradition.

You just felt like saying - oh jump in the sodding grave - I'll fill it in - and take the backing group with you.

There were almost tears in my eyes when I remember how Ian Campbell used to deliver that song to the late John Dunkerly's plaintive banjo - talk about the day the music died.

The trouble with the people entrusted with this Living Tradition, and shouting about it is that basically they're all arseholes.