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Gus I am jealous
I wanted one of them but I wasnāt allowed one
[yawnity]
tseep
Dawn Chorus happened at dawn. How dare they!
yardarm
Bacon butties ready
Bread is late due to recalcitrant yeast s-l-o-w-l-y rising
Sensible yeast. I too have risen very slowly this morning.
Ha! I remain resolutely unleavened.
Phew!
I do not understand why anyone would bother with gym membership.
A superking size bed, fitted sheets and a duvet, and decide to change the sheets, and thatās my exercise sorted for the day. Possibly for the week.
There was one chain that seemed to be known across North London as where posh totty went to meet builders. So I suppose thatās one reason.
I was going to ask why on earth builders need a gym in the first place, but thatās possibly a bit of a silly qu. in light of the North London lore.
Also, and as the nonnest of sequiturs, when I kill the saxophonist, just as soon as Iāve put some drawers on, will his demise be chalked up to The Virus for statistical purposes?
Saxophonist?
When did you acquire one of them?
āBut what we canāt understand is why he should have tried to eat his saxophone in the first place.ā
First effing day of effing lockdown, Twellsy. Never heard a note out of the bugger before that.
Itās not that he is altogether unskilled, although he is also no Jess Gillam, but more that he seems to know when I want to be listening properly to something else. Which one canāt, not with an overlay of wanky sax twiddling. Lanky gurt git.
That sort of thing, yes. Although I am inclined to tackle the task from the other end, as it were. And very much sans lube.
And the rest is a funny story for the second-nearest* pub to the hospital. (āSo apparently he was saxophoning in the nude one day, whenā¦ā)
* because the nearest pub is where the people who are Terribly Important go.
Ah yes: pubs* with Patrons Who Go āBeep!ā
*remember them? [sobbity]
Gus had mentioned the saxophone player and nuisance thereof at least as long ago as 22nd March, Twellies, with the words āThe saxophonist was active this afternoon, btw.ā I assume he had been excoriated earlier as well but I am not searching the entire thread to find out.
Thank you folk
Butterfly memory here
Inept musicians should be locked in together in a soundproof anechoic room and the key melted down so nobody can let them escape
Whatās wrong with a soundproof hyper-echoic room?
Nowt as long as it blocks all sound from the inside
Reverb is flattering; anechoic makes you sound shite even to yourself, so should help discourage the talentless.