We were playing at a ceili after the wedding of two friends in Liverpool (a banjo player marrying a button accordion player…) The accordion player started off the music with her accordion strapped on over her long white finery.

Well, the music was going great, Guinness flowing, enthusiastic dancing filling the room in front of the low stage, when husband noticed that one of the musicians had dropped a plectrum onto the floor. So without leaving his seat, mid-tune, said husband fished onto the floor with his fiddle bow to retrieve the pick, just as an enthusiastic dancer chose that split second to occupy the same piece of floor space with a foot.

Needless to say, the cost of repairing the bow was rather greater that the cost of replacing a lost plectrum.

(He had a spare bow, so everything carried on!)

Noreen