He was a great friend of the Tree Inn folk club in Stratton, Bude, and we were fortunate to see him there a number of times and generally roll on the floor laughing every time. His anti-abortion song (I only ever remember the one) didn't sit that well with his rollicking humour and amazing ability to hold the audience in the palm of his hand, but, well, he wanted to sing it, he sang it and he swiftly moved on. That'll do me. His whistle-playing was imbued with just as much humour as his banter, but was idiosyncratically-brilliant, a classic case of art concealing art. He was grand!