Threaded's Eclectic Blog

There I am, xmas shopping, well actually looking at the expensive shiney things in an electrical appliance store bored as I don't rightly want any of it but it sure looks pretty, and I spys an electric guitar, amplifier, stand, tuner, full bag-o-mashins. I goes to strum the guitar when right in front of my fingers a little lock on the stand shoots over.

"Stairway denied!", I cries.

The salesman mutters something incomprehensible, so I played a few riffs of Tubular Bells on an electric piano that was in the same display.

And then wandered on.