Spent a happy few hours in my shed with doggie at my feet. Cosy and warm. Beer cold. Played some Ukulele. watched some music instruction vids. Ukulele natch. Watched an hours catch up t.v on iplayer. The only time I watch it. Birds singing outside as the sun set. It was all rather lovely.
Post by thesentientpasty on Aug 14, 2018 13:36:02 GMT
I should enter.
As the proud owner of a shed which has been extensively altered, to become an incense-laden den of psychodelia, fitted with beanbags and an extensive wine-rack, cat beds, candles and a certain indefinable boost to me chakras, these guys need some real competition.
I'm enjoying the last of the evening light in what passes for a shed here - namely my crappy pop up gazebo at the back of the house. I've even put the sides on for maximum shed effect, and am currently enjoying a cold glass of Thatchers Katy while I ponder the contradictions of life, the universe and all that old bollocks.
One imagines that once I've decanted the second bottle in like, 10 minutes or so, the problem will slowly start to disappear
Ventured out with my Ukulele group to play a gig this weekend. We do this for charity. It usually involves us at some community hall or playing outside a shop by invitation of the owner who will donate to our buckets of collected coinage. This one was different. Very different. We were asked to and paid into our charity fund to play at a Wedding. An extremely posh wedding. We were to be the entertainment between the arrival of the guests from the Church and the sit down affair which was to follow. Held at a private house. You know one of those million and a half at least featured in country life mag "Farmhouses" We all parked in the adjacent field and entered the gardens through the orchard passing the biggest marquee ever not to contain a circus. Flunkies were running about putting finishing touches to floral arrangements and glass and cutlery as we passed by. We assembled by some plum and green gauge trees on one of the terraced lawns. As we set up our music stands we observed to guests filling up the lawn a short distance from us. No idea who any of then were but they oozed wealth. Gents in tail coats and women dressed to the nines and dripping with expensive looking jewellery. A bit of excitement as a Sleb was spotted among them. An orange tanned wrinkled one who does adverts on daytime telly for stairlifts and funeral plans and the odd walk in bath. She vanished either into the throng or into the house to ride the stairlift for an hour or so. The guests on the lawn were kept in copious amounts of Champagne while we played for them. Waitresses rushed around with plates of canapes and yet more Champagne. We were all working up a thirst ourselves at this point. On finishing the last song and starting to pack away we were looking around hopefully for a waitress coming our way with refreshment but......nothing. not even a jug or two of lemonade between us. So up themselves were they almost all. The exception being a charming man and his wife who thanked us for coming and said how much he had enjoyed us. He was one of the few who faced us with a beaming smile while we played. The others can now tell everyone that an actual peasant band played for their amusement....never mind at least our charity fund was £100 to the better. Posh folks eh?
We have a pretty full gig book at the moment. Rare is a weekend without one. We do many a nursing home too. Money collected all goes to four local charities. Last year we split just over nine thousand pounds between them. So we have fun and the charities gain. Win/win!
Post by thesentientpasty on May 23, 2019 9:30:58 GMT
Woohoo! Day off today!!
The Plan: 1/ Enter the shed (with a tear in my eye, as the wee model dinghy is no longer there. I have, literally, a dinghy-shaped hole in my life. ...Must make another one.) 2/ Put on the Radio. This is crucial. 3/ Organise the shed. The tools are currently all over the place. There is no order. They lie in bags and boxes, all mixed up. I want OCD levels of just-so-ness. Impressive 'standards' as M&S would have it. This entails... 4/ Making shelves and storage boxes aplenty. 5/ Later tonight, when all is done, toast the place with a rum or three, and strum the uke in joy (even if lacking in musical ability).