The so-called Cambridge Folk Festival has long been one of the great jokes on the folk scene: the one which, as a great concession, would put on a so-called "The Traditional Session" in the #3 tent for a full 60 minutes{!} at the dead time of Sunday lunchtime. I ended a review of it in The Guardian with the words "I won't go again", way back in the 1970s or early 80s [could check my file, but an approximation good enough here] -- a vow I broke only once, at the specific request of The Glasgow Herald, whose Arts Editor had previously worked on The Guardian so knew my work, to review that year's bill-topper, one William Connolly: a well-known comedian and actor with few if any folk credentials. I arrived at Cherry Hinton Hall just in time for his set, and did not trouble myself with remaining proceedings. So your triumphant production of the name of that dire institution as some sort of knockdown argument just about places the fatuity of your stance, I fear.

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