whether the weather

So, it's not looking kind. Suffice to say, those 20's and 30's in the weekend's forecast are not the anticipated temperature.

lucy & the crocodile

Not sure when I actually wrote the song in the clip that follows, other than sometime towards the end of the last century. Which makes me sound older than I am, although I am now older than I was yesterday, it being my birthday today.

The guitar is considerably younger than both myself and my song, being the newest in my collection, and proof to the fact that the optimal number of guitars for a man to own is n+1, where n is the number of current guitars one is in possession of.

The same is not, I should add, true of boats.

It's a Yamaha TAS3 C, a lovely acoustic possessed of a few simple but clever Japanese electronics, included amongst which is a single track looper; the main reason I bought the guitar and the principle reason I find myself reaching for it most evenings, and why I find it hard to put it back down.

It's what led to this improvised rearrangement of an old song on a new guitar the other evening.

I'm not sure what my plans are for tonight. My wife Nik says "Whatever you want, it's your birthday" which essentially abdicates the arrangements to me. It's the first race of the Wednesday Evening Hotdogs at the sailing club, so I'd quite like to sail. But then I'd quite like to also spend my birthday with my wife, so I shan't. 

Instead, I have to decide whether to take her to the cinema and perhaps a meal out afterwards, or to stay in, watch a film and have something nice for supper at home. We shall see.

In any case, I have a gig tomorrow night, then Saturday morning I'm off down to Plymouth and the boat with Dad and Nik for the weekend, and if work allows, the week following. I'm hoping the weather will be kind and we'll get to sail somewhere. I've missed the sea.

I shall probably take my guitar.