Ha ha, good tale, Jim. I heard Harry sing The Flying Cloud more than once, and it being terrific - maybe he'd got over his pitching problems by then.

If everyone else can bear with us for a moment while I reply to Jim's Harry Boardman story:

In my day Harry's club was at the Unicorn just off Shude Hill. The 'old guard' of residents consisted of Harry, Steve, Joe Kerins and Bob Morton - Terry Whelan was a more occasional visitor. Harry then recruited a bunch of younger residents including me, my wife Margaret, Mark Dowding and Mary Humphries, amongst others. There were some really good regular floor performers too, representing styles from blues to political song to poetry. Harry and Steve gave me a lot of encouragement with my singing and playing - Terry less so!

Happy times!