well funnily enough on my way to Hobgoblin (not 'the unofficial beer of Halloween brewery' in Wychwood Oxfordshire) to complete the purchase I ran smack into the middle of a Loyalist Orange Parade from Liverpool running down College Green. I smiled bemusedly at them and the bloke next to me watching it all came from...Belfast...what are the bloody odds on that.

the instrument itself is possibly the sexiest thing in the Shire and I think I'll name it after a woman...not sure who yet. Definitely not Vicky Pollard. If you can think of a good name that encapsulates sensuality with mischievousness please offer it up.

Excuse me whilst I go off and play Hardiman the Fiddler five thousand times non-stop. It's a slip jig...I'm going fucking insane with happinness

(Yeah again Pat I know happinness has only one 'n'...as in nutcase so fuckin' sue me)...