I went to a folk masters-degree final-recital the other day, where an assessor actually took part in the gig - an Englishman not picking the tune on an English cittern but strumming the rhythm on a Greek bouzouki

Here we go again! Why put yourself through it? Some deep seated masochistic impulse by which you must stretch yourself on the rack of your own intolerance. But remember, these rules of Our Own Good English Culture are but rules of your own devising; as such they have no objective currency, nor yet any meaning beyond your the bounds of your perplexing fantasy world. But still you persist, stuck in a loop of endless rhetoric & repetition by which you would judge all human culture on what you think it ought to be, rather than appreciating it for what it is. Bet it was an Irish bouzouki too; an instrument maybe manufactured here on the Fylde by that company of distinguished eponymous luthiers; an instrument otherwise indistinguishable from your English Cittern, which, one suspects, might exist in a similar hypothetical invention as the Leicestershire Bagpipes which have only existed since the eminent Julian Goodacre came up with them twenty years ago.

Stop looking for trouble where there is none, WAV - life's too short.