Yeah, well, its the the adrenaline ,innit, and when its stops it IS a bummer.... but the songs squirrelling, the collection of undecipherable notes for new songs, scrawled while drunk, illegible when sober... the renewed search for the "perfect rum" for the hip flasks, and the receipt of the lyrics of the song you asked someone for that they remembered to send...all wonderful... and meeting and re-meeting friends...and the singing that rings in your ears for days and days, and you find yourself smiling at some remembered turn of phrase," that moggie he can fly" and the feeling of having , in a smallway contributed to what happened...but always, for me it is the singing that haunts me.....and warms me for months..merry meet, merry part and merry meet again