Tonight, I will put on my waistcoat to go with my jeans and collarless shirt, insist on real ale (whatever that means,) sing traditional songs and LIVE THE DREAM!

And on the way home ponder on what you have to do to go from being a singer of traditional songs to being a traditional singer? I reckon it is a title bestowed on you rather than setting out your stall as such.

A deputy down the pit I used to work at went around singing "Her hair hung down from her tiddle eye po!" Nothing else, just that one line. Never at home, never in the pub / club / supermarket / bookies, but just from the minute he went through the lamp room to coming out of the baths. Just that, and only then.

irritating old bugger but I can't help thinking he must therefore be nearer to being a traditional singer than my thirty odd years of sticking my finger in my ear for reasons other than removing wax.