Deviating to tunes and naming no names, newish fiddle player relates going to a session for the first time. Starts Dark Girl Dressed in Blue or similar. Regular leader joins in, cracks up the pace and leaves her well behind. Afterwards he says 'you must know a different version'. She asks how long he thinks she's been paying. Answer ' two or three months'. It's a year, and she reckons the only difference between them was the tempo. Mortified was the word.

I wasn't there, heard only one side of it and that later, and spent fair while telling stories about the man concerned to put her harsh experience in context. Not her - he just does the speeding up thing to new players. And to just about everybody else. As for trying to dance to it...

Mrs V seconded later with an account of the man's varying abilities background and mindset.

Best not to take these things too seriously, but can be hard not to.