Banging in Beijing...

I should be so lucky....

On the basis I spend so much time on my own because my chums are doing just that with the local equivalent of St Trinians*, I bought myself a drum kit...you can imagine how they took the pee..."We do a different kind of banging!!" - I have memories, though, and in a different league, I'm sure!!!

Anyway, I have a 'proper' kit back home, and this electronic kit seemed a good idea (at the time) for my apartment - to be fair, I ordered it at 10pm at night, and at 11am the next day, it was delivered to the office by a very sweaty man...I was later to find out why...

I asked my chum if he fancied a brew after work (translation = "can you help me carry this drum kit back home?") but even with two of us, we'd stopped twice for a rest before we even got out of the building...it really did weigh a ton...

Passing our local bar, it would have been rude not to stop for rest #15....and the owner kindly let us use his trolley-thing, which was like steering a faulty MAKRO / Tesco one....VERY hard to steer, particularly when crossing the roads in rush-hour...(by the way - the photo shows my pal : it's NOT me!)

Back at my apartment, the security guard helped us get it upstairs, which was fun, requiring a three-point turn with a rabid trolley in the hall then reversing into the small lift. Much jibbering from him, laughing from my pal, swearing from me...

My chum beggared of immediately, knowing I was fretting about putting it all together...there were lots of bits & cables in the box...(I REFUSE to read instruction books - it's a stubborn man thing...and it was in Chinese anyway), and because some review sites I'd found said "We had it unpacked & working in under an hour", I had to match that lest I'd feel less of a man...

Job done (eventually - no further details will be given) I sat down with a 'rock 'n' roll' evening meal of reheated pizza from lunchtime, along with a cuppa...and the instruction book (looking at the pictures)...like my fancy chopsticks?

In true MR G style, I got frustrated with it all because instead of me sounding like Phil Collins or Mike Portnoy, I sounded like Dougal the dog from 'The Magic Roundabout' playing along to Jimmy Sommerville....disco dog (shit)....and sitting on a kitchen chair is NOT very Led Zeppelin (I've ordered a proper drum 'throne' today) and I refuse to progress until it comes. It makes me look like the bloke from The Bay City Rollers**, rather than one of my hero's..

I decided to have another brew, some nice yogurt, and a bit of a nap...again, very rock 'n' roll...

Banging starts tonight....you joining me? Bring your own yogurt...and spoon...Jeez, this gets less like an Ozzy Osbourne story by the second...

 

* Footnote #1 I have a thing about teachers...very sexy...maybe Miss Fritton...

** Footnote #2 Actually, the drummer from the rollers (DEREK) was known to be a PROPER shagger, and got ALL the girls!!