At age 20 I had a gap year in England-1964-1965-and spent much of it in London’s folk clubs. I saw Sydney Carter perform many times, often in pubs, where the folk club was either in the cellar or upstairs. He rarely sang his religious songs; more likely it would be about trying to give up smoking, proper behavior in shared housing, or the delights to be found in the London sewers. He’d often hold a glass pint of beer at his belt buckle at the same time. Such a sweet man!