The Albatross in the Driveway

I’m haunted. I’m haunted by the cars I have lost.

Well, nearly. I’m no longer in a position to maintain my car. It’s a lovely beast, but no longer fit for purpose.

Making a Guitar

I’m making a guitar. Not a thing of beauty and loveliness with a tone to make grown boys cry, but a harsh slapdash half conceived stab in the dark.

Allow me to elaborate.

Love me, love my bouzouki

I have a bouzouki. It has eight strings, and tunes like a violin or a mandolin, but an octave lower.

So, the thing is with a little practise my bouzouki playing is becoming less rubbish, and more acceptable to human hearing.