I finally got my bleedin' saxomophone on monday. Wahoo! I spent all day trying to get a sound out of it - to no avail. Just a parp and a squeek here and there but nowt else. Anyhoo, thank goodness for Swedes. They talk to their saxophone-playing-mates at uni and then come home and show me how to make the music! Yay! Thanks to Charlie (and Chris, of course), I can now make notes on that wonderful instrument.

So, Charlie being a crazy Swede and a very sweet one to boot, she suggested we go to the park late at night and let the thing loose on the band stand. So awesome. Too noisy to play in the flat, but it's all good out there in the dark with just a few passing Frenchies keeping themselves to themselves, ignoring the inner urge to succumb to burning rage and throttle me with my own instrument / insanity-inducing weapon.

Anyway, anyone in Keighley this Christmas or within a good few leagues - should err, go somewhere else.