Gosh, there is some whining going on here. Ian Anderson is so obviously second to none in England as a tireless promoter and magazine publisher on the folk scene. He deserves hand-woven medals. You get all sorts of stuff in his magazine, from stark naked bright young things on the front to slightly more grey-haired old gits like me inside. Now, obviously it would be even better with me naked on the cover, but you can't have everything.