The old homemade Cardboard Christmas tree and parties in the cold

We are off to Monty Town Hall tonight with Mr Charlie and Miss Jane to a curry and music night, it should be good. The only real worry is that Montgomery town hall’s heating system sort of failed in the summer and I think due to county politics it still is does not work (I hope I am wrong about that) so with the temp tonight being round about zero degrees C it may be somewhat on the cold side or as dad puts it ************* ******* freezing.  It may be that everyone will need to leap about, due to technical problems I do not leap about myself, and it will be interesting for the band because as a djembe player I must admit I do not like playing in the cold, although you do warm up fairly quickly playing drums. So as long as there are no harp players it might be OK.

I have also dusted off the old Cardboard Christmas tree  made as part of the Christmas window for Napoleon Beelzebub’s Very Strange Victorian Curiosity Shop and have given it a test run, and all is well. Because we are not involved with his strange little shop this year, since he vanished into the eternal depths shouting HUMBUG and other words of a similar nature we can be a bit more Christmassy at home, although I am not allowed to attach eliminated? Sorry I mean illuminated pink Flamingos with flashing beaks on top of the chimney which seems a bit unfair.

     

Anyway I will be wearing loads of layers tonight just in case and if I do get too hot I can pretend to be a hamster and dose in the corner.

So that’s about it for today although I think I can now multi-track myself playing Djembe, I did have a little test run but I was a bit to cold so was not entirely happy with the final result. It also appears I am a bit too maverick to play along with, even when I am playing along with myself.  This is why bands split up all those egos competing with one another, and I am starting to learn it is even worse when all the egos are your own. I had to tell the rhythm section off earlier and then got in a strop because I had been told off for improvising in the rhythm section.  I was hoping that I would not notice.

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