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I love this guitar. I've had it twelve years and I can't play a single song. More than five minutes practice leaves my fingers sore and bleeding.

But I'm hoping to take it up again after Christmas. You know, when the days suddenly become 48 hours long. Then there's my late stepfather's saxophone and the mandolin and the various harmonicas I've bought over the years. Oh, and the belafon.

It's such a pity that buying an instrument is no guarantee that one will ever be able to play it.

Look, this one's actually laughing at me.