I hear the train a-comin'

So, at the end of August I ran away to Whitby for the folk festival (again). I've written about it here before, and... well... much the same sort of stuff happened. I did some dancing, some playing music, some listening to music, some drinking, some eating and lots of catching up with friends.

( Flash clog dancing, the generalised idiocy of rapper teams, and a surprise from Coventry )

Stop me, oh-oh-oh stop me!

Those of you who have in the past joined in with my attempts to find out names of childhood things in your area might like to pop along to ar_gemlad's journal today. She wants to know what you said to call a truce during playground games.