Hitting The Nail Right On The
Head!
I’ve not been to Rainford Junction for a few months. I used to go
and chink my banjo in the background. I used to hear from other people who
brought their banjos how practice was the answer, how it would come in the
end but how you'd always feel that you were no good really, even if others
thought you were good
On July the 14th 1998 I was belting some fencing posts into my garden
with a 10lb lump hammer when I came across an obstruction in the ground.
It stopped one post descending my further, so I brought out a long metal
chisel to smash a way through the offending brick or whatever. Can you see
what's coming?...... Hmm, I didn’t!
A few minutes later I contrived to have my left index finger over the
end of the chisel when I brought the 10lb hammer (that's a big one) down
onto my digit. I'm no fool; a soon as I saw the end of my finger wobbling
about with a volition of its’ own I knew that something was wrong. By
the way, if you feel queasy at this point you’ll be in good company
with all the doctors I subsequently met......I was surprised they weren't
used to it. But no, they all, without exception, paled and shuddered.
Looking for the best in National Health care, I explained to these doctors
that within the cognoscente I was regarded as the Franz Liszt of the banjo.
Well no, to tell you the truth, I said of the guitar, suspecting that the
former plea might result in an amputation. Well, My ploy worked. I’ve
still got my finger. But it’s pretty useless -Hooray! I’m going
back to Rainford without my banjo - b****r the banjo! I’ll just enjoy
listening to the music. 14th July - Bas**** Day!
Patrick Hatton, Southport, Merseyside.
PS For sale: One banjo. One mallet, One chisel.
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