Tight skin

I had my first drumming lesson today.
It didn't go well. I seem to have the balance and co-ordination of a centipede with arthritis.
The first time I tried to hit a cymbal I fell off the stool.
My tutor says it was probably nerves, and it will probably take me a good six to eight lessons before I ‘feel like I'm getting it‘. But then, at thirty quid a lesson they would say that, wouldn't they?

I continue to be astounded by people letting me over-hear their conversations while they’re out shopping. This exchange took place today, between a couple in their fifties. Both of them, by the way, sporting facial hair.
HER: Shall we get some wine in for tonight?
HIM: Why would we do that?
HER: Well it IS our anniversary.
Pause
HER: You don’t want to celebrate our anniversary do you?
HIM: Not really, no.
HER: May I ask why not?
HIM: Because every second I spend with you makes me want to cut my own throat.

RC 10-10-11