Conventions, exhibitions and shows tend to bring all the anoraks out. For some it's stamp collecting, for others it's train spotting (why?!?). I even read somewhere that there are gatherings at prestigious venues that put on exhibitions that "celebrate" erotica. It just so happens that, for me, my personal preference in porn would be the sight of a new, shiny and oh-so-curvy guitar or two and the odd vintage KILF (Keyboard I'd Like to Fondle). There were no keyboards at The London Guitar Show, but boy, there were loads of guitars.
Above: the Dean guitar stand
Above: Nice inlay work on this Warwick bass
Above: Something for everyone, including Southend United supporters - it's an Epiphone "caravan" guitar
Shortly after midday, I went to the main stage to see an acoustic performance by legendary prog rocker Steve Howe. An edgy sounding opener in the form of the standard acoustic folk instrumental "Classical Gas" was followed by well-played renditions of "Cactus Boogie" and "Mood for the Day" amongst others, making Howe's alloted thirty minutes rush by in a flash. Truly marvellous stuff. It was time for a spot of lunch, so I wolfed down some of Excel's finest chicken jalfrezi (with added carrots and beansprouts - it was all part of the mixture that came out of the vat).
Above: Yes - it really is Steve Howe onstage
After the rather tasty, but falsely described so-called chicken jalfrezi, I ventured a few paces out of the main building to The Fox Bar for some liquid refreshment, where my pint of premium San Miguel and I promptly sat in front of a large plasma screen for the other highlight of the day - Sky Sports 1. I watched with nervous expectation (I expected to lose), as live from Selhurst Park, I saw Palace beat Derby 2 - 0 (Morrison 29, Kennedy 67). The upside of this is that Sunderland have deservedly (under Roy "up yer bollix" Keane) been promoted and the downside is that Steve "a tractor ran over my face" Bruce's Brum City also got into the top tier.
The Eagles winning and being so near to beautiful guitars...it doesn't get much better than that. For a further ground breaking write-up of this weekend's Championship relegation dog fight, I thoroughly recommend you go here.
Below: Yes - we really did spoil Derby's party
This morning at work, I greeted a colleague thus:
ME: "Hello Bill. How was your weekend?"
GRANT: "Fuck off, you cunt!"
Not exactly what I'd call a witty reposte, but you can't expect much from a QPR supporter, can you? All-in-all it was a rather productive weekend.
12 comments:
That was quite friendly for Bill, had he swallowed a happy pill?
Sorry that was me because my comment had some missed out words in it because I seem to be Ms Fumbly today. So - what I was going to say was - that t-shirt sounds a bit dubious Ister. I think you need to post up a picture of it so we can cast the deciding vote! x
"Mmm, nice axe."
It must have been 30 years ago I saw Steve Howe with Yes. That makes me feel really old but I bet he feels older.
And to think I only went to the V&A lute show ...
thanks for all the porn!
Howesy - I think Bill swallowed half a dozen of the blighters.
RoMo - Post a picture of the shirt? What...with me wearing it, you mean?
Admit it, you just want a gander at my "chebs" don't you?
Geoff - I last saw Steve Howe live nearly twenty years ago. He was one of the players at a gig called "Night of the Guitar" at The Town & Country Club in London. That was when I discovered Leslie West, Spirit and Wishbone Ash.
For the record, Steve Howe looks like someone's mad uncle.
Llewtrah - I'm sure the V&A lute show was a lot more peaceful to go to than the LGS. My ears are still ringing.
Howesy - Wanksville here you cum!
Chebs? Are they some new sort of potato crisp?
That's right, but they only come in ready salted flavour.
Don't you mean Ready Sweated?
That's the one. Otherwise known as Builder's Crack flavour.
Bleargh!
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