How To Play With Your Willy
Ahhh, I can’t tell you how many hours of my precious youth were spent locked away in my bedroom, furiously engaged in a desperate attempt to enjoy myself at the expense of my rapidly failing eyesight and painfully aching wrists.
And, do you know what? It’s all that Mat Recardo’s fault! If he’d never introduced me to the practice one afternoon at his house, things would have been so different. “Check out this new toy my Dad’s bought”, he said, oblivious to the repetitive strain injury he would soon be responsible for.
Thirty years on and I’m still slyly indulging whenever I get five minutes alone, gleefully revelling in the joys of misspent childhood. Thankfully I have a patient partner, and an understanding band mate who was happy for me to sing about it so long as you lot liked, shared, and maybe left a comment or two (and as long as I didn’t spend all day in the bathroom).
So, stop skulking in your rooms for a minute, head down the page, and download yourself a free slice of nostalgia at a bit rate of your choice. Just remember when you play to keep the noise down, and for pity’s sake don’t do it in front of your nan … it’ll just be deeply confusing.
Everyone join the jet set …
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