Last night, we settled down with a stack of DVDs to watch. The first film (Sideways) was just starting when we heard some music playing. At first, we assumed it was our upstairs neighbours, who will every so often, quite randomly, make a load of noise.
But then, the OH looked out of the window onto our communal gardens and there was a bloke, barefoot, sat on a dining chair, playing an acoustic guitar.
He played and sang for entire length of the film. He wasn't particularly good. Every so often I would turn the volume down on the television so I could hear him. I was convinced every song was Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here', but none of them were.
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Er, well I suppose it saves on money for gig tickets? :-P
I'm struggling to find a similar positive spin on what happened last night though - see above.
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