Saturday 3 April 2010

And what would Clapton know anyway?


We get some many financial offers for our cherished guitar. It's value? Who knows. But to us it's simply priceless. How can you sell something so beautiful anyway? And, from time to time, I take it down for a good pluck. I'll be honest, I'm no Slash. Never had a lesson in my life. And the sound that comes from it is comparable to that of a squirrel with it's hazlenuts caught in a waffle iron. But my word I look cool holding it. And that's my Mums opinion, not mine.

So it stays.

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