Wisdom of our years!   Where is Ricky Tomlinson when you need him?

The collective wisdom of a bunch of folkies is inversely proportional to the number of empties, probably on some sort of log scale. Fun yes: sense, my oath!

What we do have is more memories of enjoyable foolishness, because we've done more of them, on average.

Even if a folkie practices finger picking, who is going to fancy any old plucking? This is not an offer open to acceptance by all, by the way.

It is Pete's funeral and wake on Tuesday. That's another thing wrong with getting old. Dead friends. Youth is wasted on the young, so much of the time.