My post of 13 December @ 0935 commenced with:

I did not intend to return to the subject of Jim Moray's courageous post some miles above because I suspect he would now like to place the way he was treated on this forum behind him.

Some scribblers are intent neither on heeding that nor in reading the rest of that extensive contribution which collated numerous other matters arising. Such is the nature of the literacy-challenged Mudcat pond.

I touched on how not only had Jim Moray not been declared a YFA winner but neither had his sister, Jackie Oates, also at the age of 20, the competition's upper limit. That was four years ago yet the post immediately following appears to be holding out a vain hope for a Jackie Oates win. Like her brother, she's well esconced in the grown-up FAs now, thank you, and far too unnew and unyoung to qualify.

Then someone went on to wonder if I was in the "wrong field". As I also wrote in that post, I spent last night sitting literally at the feet of Dave Swarbrick and found the grass really most verdant, thanks, although (as I touched on), the magnificently far-reaching repertoire would have been way out of the comprehension of the types so aptly encapsulated in the thread I just looked at about why the stereotypical, past sell-by "f*lk club" is dying. Bring on the wood for the funeral pyre.