Weirdly - or wyrdly - no mention yet of The Wicker Man, the soundtrack of which is ground zero for Psych Folk: take a bunch of traditional lyrics and insert neo-pagan gloss to taste and pervert the idiom accordingly. The result? Seminal!

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We were in Southport today where we wasted £3.50 ($5.564 US) coverting new money to old pennies in order to play the penny falls & fruit machines on the end of the pier, which is something we always do in Southport. Today we were on a winning streak, and lasted 45 minutes until the house cleaned us out, though we left munching Kit-Kats and I kept a 1961 penny (the year of my birth) for luck. Luck? you say, Luck? How can an Aggressive Secularist such as yourself believe in luck? Well, it's just as well I did because in town, in my favourite Antiquarian Bookshop (Kernaghan's in the WEayfarer's Arcade) I found a first edition of Robert Graves' English & Scottish Ballads for £1 ($1.590 US). Am I a happy bunny? You bet. I was so chuffed I bought a lovely 1932 ediution of The Oxford Book of Ballads for £5 ($7.948 US) to go with it.