On my fingers! How rock and roll is that?
No, seriously. Is it?
I have no idea.
Had so much fun at my mate's house last night. His son played the drums (rather well I must say), mate and I made lots of noise on a Strat and Les Paul respectively, and mate's daughter joined us on the bass for a bit. She claimed she couldn't play it but to be honest it didn't matter.
It didn't help that her brother kept laughing and telling her she looked like a toad. In a nice way.
Our showstopper was Nirvana's "About a Girl" which worked really well. Possibly because for most of it there are only 2 chords.
I did a bit of messing about with riffy bits, including Smoke on the Water (obviously), Sweet Home Alabama (mmmmm) and a lot of blues stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and hope we can do it again before too much longer.
Especially as they'd got chocolate fingers in specially. The biscuits, I mean.
My own (non-chocolate) fingers are really, really sore today, though. Typing is taking longer than usual as a result. Sorry. Try and read slower so you don't overtake me.
Other news: Mr WithaY and I are off to see a band* this evening. So much social activity in a week. Who says life in Wiltshire is like living in the 1930s?
Nobody. But if they did, they'd be wrong.
Also: I've got a bit of a cough.
In itself that's not big deal, but I have had several very nasty bouts of bronchitis over the last 10 years or so, so a cough now scares the bejeezus out of me.
Last time I had bronchitis I was coughing up blood and had to go and have TB x-rays (I didn't have TB, in case you were worried). Hopefully it's going to stay just a bit of a cough but I will be keeping myself well wrapped up and putting the heating on at home to be on the safe side.
Am sucking Lockets** as well. Mmmmm. Sugar.
Burn is all but healed up now, so hurrah for that.
Which reminds me. Mr WithaY told me he thinks the pic of me on here with the camera makes me look like one of the giant robots from "Laputa, Castle in the Sky". Not sure if I think that's a good thing or not.
On the one hand, resembling a huge anime robot is pretty cool.
On the other hand, husbands are generally supposed to admire beauty, charm, warmth and fragility in their wives. Not their resemblance to a huge destructive robot.
Perhaps it's the way I can level buildings simply by using the power of my eyes that does it.
*If they're any good I'll be sure to tell you
**The cough sweet, not somebody with a slighty crap nickname
2 comments:
You didn't look like a monster - but there was a resemblance to Captain Picard after he'd been captured by the Borg. You were Locuta to his Locutus.
Ooh, I much prefer that similarity. Would far rather be a Borg than a Japanese anime robot any day.
Well, wouldn't we all?
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