For me, Friday night is stay-at-home night. I always watch Transatlantic Sessions with great anticipation; why don't the moaning minnies just follow the plot, which centres on a strong musical link between Scotland, Ireland and America, hosted by Aly Bain and Jerry Douglas in a brilliant kitchen session? As a musician, I've lost count of the hordes of absolutely stunning world-class players; we always play "spot-the-muso" in the all-too-brief and magical half-hour that the programme is transmitted. The whole point of Transatlantic Sessions, as it is with a kitchen session, is the continuity of inviting the same friends back for more, with contrasting musicians adding to the interest.

To me, and for all the audience in Wales, Scotland and Ireland, Aly and Jerry are just superb, gobsmacking musicians; they keep me on the edge of my seat, just working out what they are going to do next. And what on earth is wrong with Mary Chapin Carpenter? She's an incisive, intelligent writer with a long history of empathising with celtic music (as was proved in this series, when she sang a luscious harmony with Karen Matheson.) Transatlantic Sessions is a perfect recipe for packing many famous musicians in, including Phil Cunningham, Mike McGoldrick, Donal Lunny, Donald Shaw, John McCusker and the lovable Danny Thompson. Every song, every tune, is a revelation. The absence of Welsh musicians still rankles, though!