My earliest memory is sitting on my Grandmothers knee and her singing to me "he comes to our window and whistles me out, his hands in his pockets his shirt hanging out" I was probably under three years of age. Thus I have been involved all my life.

I have already posted that had I met Jim when I first went to a folk club in 1969 I would probably never ventured into one ever again.

That more than anything is the most telling part.

I know he has done much work in collating songs and stories over many years but I wonder how many people he has deterred from visiting folk clubs and singing folk song.