As I collect the shattered remnants of my beer soaked brain about me, forcing my battered vocal chords to whisper to the kids to make yet another mug of tea ( a la Marlene Dietrich),contemplate the large amount of Wales I seem to have brought back on my jeans and the large amount of money I have not,I can only say..."Bloody great festival, what a blast...what time do you want me back next year?" Thanks to Andy and all his helpers, thanks to all the great people I met, thanks to all the great singers and musicians...what a weekend :)