OK, my boredom threshold is setting in about now, but...

a) that's because you've never heard me at all I suspect, just as you've never been to Sidmouth. I do plenty of unaccompanied singing. Of the things in your poem, when was the last time you went out Morris dancing? Mine was yesterday.

b) It's linking English music to (a more sinister kind) of English Nationalism (with a large 'N') that we are trying to prevent with Folk against Fascism. My nationalistic pride (with a small 'n') is fuelled just as much by the Dhol foundation - I'm from the midlands and lived a lot of years in inner-city Birmingham - as Walter Bulwer polkas.

c) Which university did you get your anthropology degree from?

and finally...

z) you've got it wrong, and you've always been slightly wrong. Yours is not a "great way forward for humanity". Its a tepid version of what Nick Griffin believes in.

OK, bored now. Sorry everyone else...

But a fantastic week spent with old and new friends again, I've still not caught up on sleep. My highlights were singing Pleasant and Delightfu on Thurs night with a group whose ages spanned 60 years, the silent disco, Country Life at the FAF launch, the artistic directors mohito party, and Tom McConville's interview starting with the question "So, playing the fiddle... whats that all about??"