It’s 1:00am. We (Clutching At Straws) have just finished playing a gig and I’m manning the merchandise stall. Three people, all crying, approach me at different times and want to thank me for being good. This is what was happening at our Clutching At Straws after party slot during the Middlewhich Folk Festival last weekend.
This man and two women, who had been part of the audience for our show, had been touched by the lyrics and were now wanting to buy every