All around Notso Bigtown this afternoon I noticed posters advertising mass ukelele sessions for beginners. Unfortunately, the timing and location are terrible: out of cycling range, realistically, and on a day and a time that the other half has the car.
‘It’s a shame,’ I said. ‘It looks like it could have been fun.’
The other half just made a face. ‘I suppose it would mainly be for children,’ I said, but that wasn’t really his objection.
‘Whether it’s children or not, at the end of the day, it’s still going to be a room full of people playing ukeleles.’
No, hell is NOT other people, hell is other people playing ukeleles (a man of fine judgment, your other half).
I think it’s better if you’re armed with your own.
Thanks… now I have “Tiny Bubble” going through my head.
Speaking as a bad mandolin player, I would say you’ve had a narrow escape. A room full of anything is a bad idea…