There's a story told by Irish Travellers of a fiddle player who turned up at Puck Fair with a very expensive shiny fiddle in a crocodile case, set up a music stand in the middle of the fair, took out his sheet music, carefully rozzined his bow and began to play - he was ****** awful !
Shortly afterwards, an old Travelling man turned up on a battered old bike, carrying a battered dirty old fiddle wrapped in torn newspaper
He set his bike down, scrunched up the newspaper, threw it on the floor and began to play
He was s**** too!
Jim Carroll