Good man, Woodsie! (Hmmm... could be "Good, woman, Woodsie" but it just feels like a chap's type of nickname.)

Well I feel like an intrepid explorer having survived the trials of two cancelled trains, wind and rain, yomping over the sodden (sodding?) ground with my various packs of life support and guitar strapped fore and aft...

...but all present and correct, suh!

I'll be there from about 6, first song at about quarter past...

~8^)