It was only the Sat 5pm that was pants: even the banjo could hardly be heard, and the wriggling of the tartan deckchair (or should that be "deckchav"?) was most distracting! None of that to the demerit of you Bob or Skynflynt who battle don valiantly.

I did enjoy the gobsmacked expressions on Sunday in the Wine Vaults when those who recognised it realised I had started "Sir Patrick Spens" - and was even more amused at the faces when I finished it only 5 verses later!

Kampervan, had you come to the Elephant on Sat, you could have had a sing: it was just that I was the only one there. I did not know that there was anything in the Wine Vaults on Sat eve, but reportage is favourable. Maybe text messages and flash crowds next year!