I'm not marching under any banners just attempting to live a decent creative life, with a measure of civility, a degree of professionalism and some regard and respect for the people that pay me the courtesy of listening to me.

I'm sorry that you're so far out of whack with society that you don't understand or empathise with English folk clubs any more.

By and large, the folk crowd are good eggs. They give most people a fair listen - although I confess some of your favourite artists, well I've been listening to and playing folk music for well over fifty years. I can see they might fit into an archive in Cecil Sharp house more comfortably than a guest spot in a folk club.

I'm not sure if this incessant truculence, fault finding and nit picking is supposed to reassure yourself that dementia is at bay. However I was watching O'Casey's The Plough and The Stars on TCM this week. And there was Fluther, the fighting drunk putting his fists up to everyone....

I thought, who does that remind me of now?