Magic Touch

I got my new piano last week. And bloody hell, it's brilliant.

It's a full size digital, absolutely gorgeous sound, a complete joy to play - feels just like a real piano, only it's portable.

And now I'm in pain.

I've rushed home every day after work to play; I've... 'discovered' lots of sheet music online over the last couple of years and haven't had a chance to try any of it, so since last weekend I've been playing anything on it. Until I get cramp in my fingers.

Classical, Jazz, Rock, you name it; cheesy stuff too... (eg. I've been trying to work out the solos from the Baywatch theme tune - I'm playing dinner music for a friend's wedding in a week and I know he'd hate appreciate it).

But as a result I haven't been very sociable this week.

So despite doing a long, tiring shift yesterday&night, some friends dragged me out against my will to go hiking round Oxfordshire with them today. It'd do me good, they said.

Bollocks to that, I said. But they hauled me out of bed & into the car anyway.

I was tired, grumpy, sore-fingered and not in the mood to trek across stupid fields strewn with stupid sheep and their stupid stinky sheep-shit all over my shoes.

So when we got to the bridge, I did not want to take another step until I'd told my friends how pissed off I was.

But due to a combination of immense frustration and lack of sleep, this is how I expressed myself:

Well that's never happened before...