I preferred Colin Irwin's book to the Fridge one. The Fridge one had (has) a terrible sex scene in it which seemed so unlikely to me (the scene, not the terrible sex) that I went from considering the book to be a load of old light hearted but fact based whimsy to a load of old fictitious light hearted whimsy. Not a huge difference perhaps, but when the whole book is so light it may blow away at the fart of an accordionist (keeping things folk - see?) such things matter.

No, you're right, they don't matter. I just preferred Colin Irwin's book over the Fridge one. End of.