What started as a thread about a Beer Fest in that beautiful Kent village of Upnor (morphed from a Cornish fishing village) degenerated into an Astological comparison and then a personal slanging match which would have been better confined to e-mails.

Seems to me, expectation is where it's at
Don't go to something, expecting ANYTHING

I was vaguely interested in the Crayford thing. Now I'm not so sure. I assumed it would be like a festival session - you turn up and the music/singing happens - no hidden agendas, egos and arsi-ness....

Maybe Crayford's not for me after all (or mudcat !)

Hope you have fun xxx