If the Cadbury’s Smash Martians landed in the Assembly Rooms during the annual fiddle celebration, they’d doubtless have comments to send home about the mysterious backpacks that come as near-standard with the event’s participants.
As with our archaic peeling and cooking methods, they’d also end up having a laugh at what happens when these packs’ contents are revealed, because fiddle tunes invariably come accompanied by tales variously tall, mirthful or in some other way entertaining.
