Last night was spent exclusively listening to sea shanties. When I say exclusively a 9F was also weathered into the limescaled petrifying well only a late Spaceship could reach and M'Lady used the 'chanties for a long session on the rowing machine. Boy No.1 could be heard picking out the tune from his room.

As near to folk in action as we could manage. We don't do total emersion lifestyle folkiness but are happy grazing at the folk buffet. Tonight might be the greats of Studio 54 and a conspicuous display of rhythm. There's a Standard Tank needs a makeover you see.