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There's one of these for sale in a secondhand shop in Perth at the moment for £699 IIRC.

Sorry, Silvia, I’m in the tort camp too.

Pearloid.

Yup. 🥺

My Mustang fits very nicely in the Maruszczyk SS bag.

“..hello, my name is ba55fr33k and i am a bass-oholic..” You’re amongst friends and similarly affected folk here.

No it’s not. Having been the victim of bullying and witnessed it both in a commercial setting and as an educator, I know what it is and this hasn’t been it, or anything close to. In this instance, someone mentioned that it felt like a DoI type thing when said thread contributors were uninvolved. Curiosity then ensued, naturally. It’s become no more weird or existential now than when it started and there was no name calling from those who frequent the DoI, which is more than can be said of others. But, hey ho…

I like the wee, monochrome, floral one.

🤣

“This is a long video and I talk too much.” I stopped right there. Thanks anyway.

What’s an aooordeon? I used to go to the Odeon, but I’m not sure this is the same thing.

You’d think and normally that would be the case, but he was genuinely amazing. When he died, I was given one of his accordions, which I immediately sold and bought a US Fender Tele (it was plainly quite valuable).

He certainly played it in our lounge, he was very talented (my parents’ friend, not Lou Macari). EDIT: That is not to say that LM wasn’t talented, I never met the man. I did meet Anthony on numerous occasions, however.

Aren’t they the things that go on armchairs and sofas to prevent transfer of dirt from heads and hands?

A friend of my parents knew Lou Macari well. He was a professional accordion player and Macari’s were purveyors of said squeeze box, right up to the end IIRC.

If they’re real hair, it must’ve taken ages to find enough of that colour to make a full syrup, unless judicious amounts of peroxide was used on the standard colouration of said hair.

Or stuck it on his head (Elton John style).

Always.* *This is despite the moaning, groaning and threats of powdered mash. Without a daily peeling session, the day seems wrong somehow. We have some nice Maris Pipers and even some posh, little Anyas available. Fun fact - Mark King used to be the spud basher at a West End hotel, in order to top up his paltry wages at Macari’s.** **Not true in the slightest.

What? Where? Are there signs to it? Are they legible?

Local restrictions mean that I’ll probably be doing what I did last NYE (and, to be honest, pretty much any NYE), which is sweet FA, interspersed with lamenting how bad the hootenanny is again (well it’s traditional, isn’t it?).