The starry one is a ruddy southerner..

One Mudcatter calls me Musket on the threads and Ian in the pub. (It's me typing now..) Another Musket called me Musket at a dinner party the other week, although I called him Musket too. Another person present assumed it was Masonic..

Come to think of it, that would be a better explanation than to say there is a wonderful folk music website that has a pseuds corner called BS where you can wind up weirdos and watch them bite.