Answering myself: yes, that Scarecrow. Unaccompanied. In front of a boozed-up Barnsley audience who he'd had in stitches a matter of seconds before. ("I'd like to dedicate the next song to this young man in the front row. It's called The Scarecrow.") That's what you call command of the stage.

Thanks to the local Oxfam - and, presumably, a serious clear-out by some local folkie - I'm now the proud owner of ...Does a Turn and His Round, as well as the Punch and Judy Man. I'll report back.

Has anyone got Comes Home, the album that is?