Not ridiculous, but rare: I met and befriended one of the last of the 'Little Mesters', who was based on West Street, Sheffield. He was looking to retire, and wanted to train someone up to continue the trade. I was interested, but stepped aside in favour of my friend, Creeps, a member of our stage crew, a talented welder and panel beater, and all round Good Chap. At the last minute, Creeps was unable to start the training, and the Little Mester just decided to pack in and retire.
Sad story all round, really