I am an untutored harmonica player who loves Irish traditional music with a touch of Scottish and Northumbrian thrown in. I’m pretty serious about "doing it right" but this music is also my main outlet for having fun. I mean, if you’re not having fun, what’s the point. About 0.00237% of us can make a living out of it, so the rest of us had better accept that we are doing it for fun, innit. I live in the middle of nowhere about four miles from Bude in Cornwall. I’m English really (hailing from that bit of true Lancashire that is now the Metropolitan-Borough-of-Somewhere-or-Other about eight miles north of Manchester), but all my mum’s side are Irish (gotta state yer credentials, yeah?) and my great grandfather had a fist-fight once with Count John McCormack’s dad over the factory foreman’s job. We lost. I’m 62 and enjoy large bone structure and have dodgy joints and I like red wine and Doom Bar and single malts as long as they’re heavy ‘n’ peaty. None of yer namby-pamby Glenmorangie fer me, chaps (I wouldn’t pour it down the drain, though). I was a schoolteacher for 25 years, teaching science tinged with biology. Hey, sex ed! I love diddley in all its pure and non-pure manifestations, though I much prefer moderate speeds and scorn all speed-merchants who play fast "because they can" (so can I, you tossers, but I don’t, yeah?) and only have time for ITM and classical music. I have one hero, Beethoven. Like me, he had tinnitus. Unlike me, he couldn’t do anything about it. I had a meeting in 2012 with a genius of an audiologist who squashed about three-quarters of my noise and enabled me to hear music and conversation properly in noisy pubs for the first time in a decade. If you want to know any more you’ll have to wait ‘til Kirsty interviews me on Desert Island Discs, though I can tell you about me and my tinnitus if you like. I won’t be needing either the Bible or Shakespeare. And tunebooks or bodhrans will not be on the short-list for my luxury item. Actually, Michael Gill is nearly as good a bloke as Beethoven. Damn. I only said "nearly", Michael, you git… One fine day I’ll disappoint the bugger by turning up in Edinburgh.