I take a huge amount of (good humoured) abuse from my work mates regarding my love of folk music. 'Folk' has become the new 'F***' word and they shriek in horror at its very mention.
They have an image of the people who attend my local folk club (The Internationally Famous Glenfarg Village Folk Club).
We apparently all wear Arran jumpers, bell bottomed jeans, Jesus sandals (over our socks),have beards (that includes the females), sing in a nasal Irish accent with a finger in one ear (there is heather growing out of the other one).
The songs we sing are all set in the far distant past, contain the words 'hi didle dum' and deal with the death of sailors, children or dogs.
Oh - and we sometimes burn the old and infirm in a ritual known only by those who can sing The Wild Rover...
...The bit that scares me is how do they know all that stuff without ever having been to the club !!!