Ewan at his brilliant pugnacious best. He could do lyricism, but no others had his command of agitprop doggerel with passion, humour and 'no surrender' as the subtext. It was never going to win another grammy for him, but he virtually possessed the form.

I don't suppose Ewans stuff passes any of the requirement of real folk music as insisted on by the experts, but damn! it was good!

And I'm proud to have seen him and known he was good, and talked with him.