The opening evening sing in the bar at Cottington Lakes was OK but the absence of proper beer meant I had to drink Wifebeater, which in combination with my own stiff gins back at the vardo was not so clever. It's a shame that the showers and loos at Cottington Lakes have become quite unpleasant, since other wise it is a nice and cheap campsite and only a fiver in a taxi to town.

John Barden's singaround at the Bohemian was great - the sun shone, the beer and food although pricey were excellent, and there were some real lift-off moments. The fuscia goes from strength to strength. The only slight dampener was the amplified banjo (and one hurdy-gurdy, and for a while a female singer) from the pier. Do they need to be so loud that they are heard across the main road and behind the pub opposite?

The Ship was cheaper for the same excellent beer, and it was a nice session (one or two people were below par, but that goes with the turf for a session), and just as we were all getting tired (having been singing since 11 am) at 10 PM in came Kimber's men and the roof lifted about three feet. The bulk of them were still at it when we turned into pumpkins at 11.30pm and it looked as if it could be a long and beery party.