Mrs Dave took some of them off to sort that out and said goodbye with that sort-of "we're off so can you just paint that cupboard on the landing that we had put in two years ago" knowing look. Imagine her surprise - and, gentle reader, the look of chagrin - when she got home after a gruelling afternoon shopping at Sainsbury's, to find the kitchen table covered with that other pressing job I'd been meaning to do for the last two or three years.
I'd been meaning to strip down my old Strat and set it up for slide playing for a while now. I took the advice of a recent article in Guitar & Bass Magazine but still managed to break the original nut;
so it's off he went to his grandfather's chest
to find him a nut of the very, very best . . .
And, this afternoon, I managed to put it on. Still can't quite get the intonation right on the bass string, but I'm working on it.
|Nurse! The screens!|
As the family is about to spread itself around the world, we went out for a meal last night - not because the kitchen table was covered in guitar bits - and we ended up in the local brasserie on the sea front. Now, shades of an earlier posting here, but for some reason or other, the management felt that diners needed entertainment. As you may remember, the recent meal in London where I was serenaded by the lone long-distance organist; here the whole family was "entertained" by a chubby woman in a glittery dress singing karaoke very loudly along to her laptop.
Now, I support live music and would have been quite happy for a low key winsome singer-songwriter type to pluck away at her instrument and tell us of her desperate sadness because Life had not dealt her the cards she deserved. However, to have some out of tune windbag bimbo belting out Lady Gaga (and Eva bloody Cassidy) whilst we shouted ever louder to be heard over our fresh lobster was a step too far. The business of such an establishment is to get the paying customers to, well, pay more money, I presume. The waiter knew we were going to order more food and drinks but understood why we left early. By my reckoning, such an establishment can't afford to lose somewhere in the region of £30-40. But that's what happened - all five of us hated it so much that we left. I hope it was reported back to the management.