So... Another music course (or BAND-CAMP, as its detractors are fond of calling this particular one...) over. Another weekend of excitement gone for a year. A step up to Principal Tuba and a Dixie solo for little old me (CHRIST knows how...).
Explosions. Yes. MULTIPLE. Big ones, too.
Mr. Massochi's scalp-shaving antics, and the threat of his being sacked for shaving elsewhere (not without a little encouragement from the more boistrous brass-players, myself included, it has to me admitted...).
My falling backwards out of a second-floor window, whilst desperately clutching a Pot-Noodle, after being hit in the 'nads by a ball.
JUST GENERAL ENJOYMENT.
I seriously reccomend that everyone attend at least ONE Music-Service course during their lifetime.
I've had an idea for the Music-Service too...
Next year, if I've got my HGV or LGV license, I could drive all the shite around, without the need to hire numerous vans.
Gotta join the TA first though, which won't happen until AFTER the exams...
FIFTY-TWO DAYS TO GO BEFORE THEY START!!
*trembles*
Anyway...
If anyone knows a farm that needs help, please let me know.
Err...
If anyone know a brass band looking for an Eb (BBb possible) tubist, please let me know.
Umm...
If anyone knows how to make money quickly and LEGALLY, please let me know. QUICKLY...
Well...
That's about it, I think.
Sorry to bore you again.
I've got some poems and song-lyrics I've been working on, so maybe I'll post them here at some point.
Have a good week.
End.
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