<P>I was listening to Irish ballads at an impromptu sing-song in a house on Ridge Road. Then poems by William Butler Yeats and Oscar Wilde recited from memory - some achievement. I have no memory cells so I read a couple of poems by Robert Frost. Most moving. Wine, champagne, more wine and lashings of Bulgarian brandy helped.</P>
<P>I always enjoy a sing-song. I was appalled to discover the Jools Holland Hootenanny was prerecorded so they weren't even seeing in midnight, so we turned the gogglebox off.</P>
We stopped watching Jools Holland years ago for that very reason. Recorded in October I think, and the same old rubbish, and all his drunken mates sitting around shouting Hootenanny. yawn<br>
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