I went to see a King Charles gig this week - he's doing 30 shows in 30 days, the mad fool - but was very alarmed to see that he has given up the effete moustache in favour of a scruffy beard, and the floppy shirt in favour of a leather jacket. Also there was headbanging and vigorous guitar action and the audience pogoed.
Stop it sir! You are not supposed to look hot! You are not supposed to rock out! You are supposed to be in the same bracket as the Mumfords, who manage to attain between the lot of them the sex-appeal of a dead duck:
|That's what folkies should be like|
For your musical delectation, here's King Charles' updated version of We Didn't Start the Fire: