My grandfather was was not a "f*lk" musician but a player of traditional tunes for Morris and country dancing before WW1, that is to say, over a century ago. Obviously, I didn't know him and learn tunes from him till right at the end of his life. Neither he nor I, at that time, knew what a f*lk club was (largely because there were approximately two in existence), nor did we call our music anything.

Wasn't till the next decade, well after his death, that I started going to that US coffee house import, the f*lk club. Granddad would have been astonished (and probably highly pissed off) had he known that before the decade was out I'd be working for the EFDSS. Doubtless he'd have recommended that I strangle all those Kennedys and Karpeleses when I had the chance . . .