Perhaps you should, Norman, but I doubt if it would have helped in the face of terminal dimness.



Meanwhile, especially for ralph (with a small r), here's a real rant from Borfolk in 1982:

After a guest night, Frank is confronted by his fellow organisers.

F: But don't we want to encourage new singers?

The Committee: Yes but folk singers, Frank, not people who sing meaningless drivel about being out of work or performing pop songs you can hear normal people singing every day. What's more, some of these kids can't sing. Goodness knows, the club's becoming too popular, there are too many floor singers already. Sometimes we have so many the guest can't be fitted in. Some of the audience go so far as to ask for their money back. Just shows they're not here for the music, just the name. The trouble is that your policy of booking professionals has got people coming along every week expecting to be entertained. I ask you, really. We realise that you're only booking these big names to ingratiate yourself with the famous. The fact that they attract big crowds holds no sway with us. In fact these new faces in the audience put our residents off. The club's not the private gathering of friends it used to be. Talking of which, one of your guests suggested that the residents could stand down. But we are the club! The members expect our half hour slot to start the night. We have to run late 'cos the audience always roll up exactly half an hour late. I don't know why.

F: But I reckon you should stand down occasionally.

The Committee: I see, getting personal, eh. Well Mr F Ingnobody, you can take yourself and your megastars elsewhere and never darken Borfolk's door again.



Is this the end of Frank? Is this the last of Borfolk? Who knows? Who cares?