Where else but in a folk club could I get up and sing the Goffin / King classic Up on the Roof shoehorned with no apparent logic into the middle of The Copper's Innocent Hare (as I did last night at Fleetwood) and get applauded for it, however so politely?

This isn't a rhetorical question by the way, I really need to know because I'm not sure if I'd get away with it a second time...

But, when this old world really starts getting me down, I just take a look at the old Thirsty Monkey and I'm smiling again...