Well, after mixing together over 350 minutes of bluegrass onto 5 CDs for saturday's mystery festivities, I officially never want to hear another fucking mandolin solo ever again. I repeat: Peter Buck, if you come round here once again with that damn thing, I'm shoving it where the sun don't shine, pal.
Oh, and if any of my local readership fancies going to a barbecue/booze-up/debauch at the weekend, drop me an e-mail. I may well have a suggestion to make.