eptivity

When we stayed with Stephan’s sister and family at Christmas, they made us play Guitar Hero approximately the entire time we were there.

“Please,” we’d say,  “can’t we just go to bed? It’s been 14 hours.”

“YOU WILL PLAY,” they’d say. “You will play and you will like it. And stop adoring our children.”

Because we want them to love us, when we got home we bought our own Wii and Guitar Hero. Normally I do nothing all day except sit around and play it, but I was granted a reprieve a few days ago when Stephan loaned it to someone at work. Phew!

I have this problem, though, where if the elbow that is connected to my string-playing hand via forearm isn’t supported in some way, I end up gripping the guitar neck so hard that some horrible affliction on the carpal tunnel spectrum sets in and I can’t play for more than 7 hours at a stretch. You will no doubt be relieved to hear, Internets, that I generally remedy this by sitting on the couch, in a posture not wholly unlike that of the gentleman here pictured:

My rock and roll image is of course only enhanced by the fact that our house is usually colder than I want it to be, so more often than not I soon find myself rocking out to the Sex Pistols and Jimi Hendrix whilst wrapped in a quilt.