I entered this thread at 12.43 to take issue with the dodgy CD salesman who was insulting Bill Leader, and talking completely out-of-order bollocks. Nowt new in that, he does it all the time to try and make out that his mate Bulmer is somehow above board with his dubious collecting and hoarding activities of both the tune and the record label varieties.

Together with the OP and a nice new-and-to-the-point Cornish person called Steve, we hammered home (yes, repetitively) the basic points to the not very nice and definitely dim Murkans who persistently fail to get that that anyone who sides with the beast of Harrogate is going to get the rough edge of our tongues.

So they went off on a particularly stupid diversion to plan an unauthorised, indeed entirely fabricated volume about ME (why?) and they're now waffling on about Tom Dooley and the flamin' Kingston Trio, FFS.

OTOH, WE kept on topic (except for little excursions to Montauk, Lancashire and Knaresborough - not that the last is off-topic as it's where the Beast actually lives)), and snapped at them far less than they deserved for patronising and sexually harassing drivel. Now they're in a petulant strop cos their 'boys' talk has been challenged. Aaaaaah, when it's all they CAN talk about, unaware as they are of the actual issues and they couldn't give a toss anyway.

Tough. How d'ya think the artists feel?