Don't seem to have taken any notes at this one.
Steve Tilston was every bit as good as he always is, and his sidesman and mouth organ player Keith Warmington is simply charming. He was mainly trying out material from his forthcoming album: regret to say that I wasn't taking notes. He sang one about a Mexican rebel, and one about what this generation is leaving to the next. He carried off all his new songs with aplomb, and almost got through My Love She Speaks Like Silence without a hitch. ("What comes next -- come on, there must be some Dylan-heads here?") .....and then managed to mix up the verses of Slip-jigs and Reels on the encore. But no-one minded at all because he's so wonderful. What the correct procedure for getting the Queen to declare someone a national treasure?