Well - no room in lunchtime sing, space mostly occupied by a Fender Twin reverb, a Fender telecaster, a bass amp, a Yamaha electric bass, people playing same, (oh yes, and a trumpet well played by one of Triality), a step-dancer's floor board and winsome children treading on same, an MC, and a man with a hamster on a stick recording everything without reference to performers' rights or copyright.

MC announcing that people should tell him if they want to sing because he "doesn't do superstars" - has the folk world not yet realised that many singers would rather not have to seem pushy about putting themselves forward?

Singaround less traddy than I was expecting with a distinct atmosphere of song-by-song mini-"concert" slots and no observable concentration of Kent songs (I was really hoping to "collect" some).

Superstars talking loudly when it wasn't their turn.

Expensive (but nice) beer £11 for 2 Black Sheep and 2 Harveys.

Madly expensive food.

EFTPOS only so far as the Post Office system permits (a foody pub that doesn't take plastic? Wow!)

No heating in concert venue. Shame, I'd have liked to see the Millen family.

On balance, ne merit pas un detour.