I wisely stuck to Coca Cola Until after the concert so as to be able to give you all an accurate recounting of events.

The food was good and plentiful.

John was brilliant. No one else should be allowed to sing Carrying Nelson Home. Any of you who haven't seen John perform, get yourself to the Portsmouth Festival. He loves the music; he knows everything about his songs having traced most of them back to the third millenium BC; he loves sharing them with his audience.

As to the persitent little feline who actually convinced someone to open the door and let him in. Appaerntly, he is no longer a stray. After a half hour of clawing at the front door and wailing pitifully at 8AM this morning. He came in, had some breakfast and took over Alice's chair. There has been a minimum of hissing and complaing although poor Seamus got spit at several times.

I expect we will call him John. Maybe Sir John.