The Search for Fiddlers three has ended. After so many years since the demise of Potters bar we have discovered the infamous trio (plus numerous friends and some tag along crooners). They’re to be found in a shed at the back of ‘The Wishing Well’ on a Monday night. Get there early for seats ‘cause they have a large following of French and Italian studenty types who’ve probably mistaken them for the Dubliners or the chieftans or maybe Robbie Williams and his band. We first heard Fiddlers three in ‘Potters Bar’ when it was well known for it’s Sunday afternoon trad sessions and the Sunday Jam, I’m sure they have a title of their own but we never called them anything but ‘Fiddlers Three’ due to the unusual occurrence of three fiddlers, there was also a bodhran, a whistler, a squeeze box, and whoever else happened to show on the night. ‘Potters Bar’ is now long gone, it’s called ‘The Missing Swan’ now (there’s a whole different story there) and it’s generally frequented by disturbingly young alcopop drinkers, needless to say we try our best to steer clear. We feared that fiddlers three may have suffered a similar demise but no, their rediscovery has brought back a glimmer of the old times to a Monday night. Now if we only knew how to get rid of all the beautiful and skinny French and Italian students it would really bring back the good old Potters days.

Dad asked if I’m finding it hard to fill in my time now that I’m unemployed, I think I found it harder to fill in my time when I was working. I just sat at the computer all day trying to look busy when the reality was that any work I was given to do was finished in about an hour or so, most of the rest of the time I was on Yahoo messenger or playing dynamite. I don’t know how I found the time to go to work before, I seem to be so busy all the time now, busy doing nothing. I suppose I have almost 2 years of exhibitions, museums, walks in the park and books to catch up on so I can’t see any problem filling in time. It seems that my visa’s are going to take about another 5 weeks so I’m here until after Christmas, it’ll be nice to spend Christmas with the Family I’m just worried about spending all my cash ‘cause Christmas is so expensive. I’ll just have to be really stingy for the next while. My brother Philip came home from Rotterdam, it’s like a half way house for the unemployed here now. We figured we could just set up our own Bar in the Front room, get a couple of crates of beer and listen to our own music. Even if it was just us without any visitors we’d probably still have a bigger crowd than some of the bars in Blackrock on any given weeknight. There’s even a couple of guitar’s and a bodhran there so we’d have live music sessions too, I’m sure Ma would give us a rendition of ‘she moves through the fair’ if we asked her nicely.