obvious and treacle made some new friends, including the landlady, good training to bite the hand that fed them sausages, but well they are ferrets, as for the saturday , kev and i spent most of it proping up the bar, kev didnt feel up to singing, as is his perogative, i cant sing so we stayed where we were, until the juke box started with ever increasing volume, so i said sod it and went home, sadly for my personal taste it was all a bit durgy, perhaps it was the weather, but i could have done with a bit more toe tapping stuff, still cant win em all, could not make sunday as seamus demanded a trot around bexley and a bath to finnish, so we had a day of hosses and buying feed for said beastie, hope you can all make crayford, the whole pub is at our disposal, no jukebox, no telly, just folkies, so if you make it a good day thats what it will be , if not then we only have ourselves to blame,