Saxomophone

Parkrun this morning – back to my usual finish tokens position, along with dog-sitting lovely Luna, of course.

Music Corner was on form today with music from such classics as Chariots of Fire (no slow-motion running), The Exorcist (no spinning heads), Apocalypse Now (no helicopters), Trainspotting (no cold turkeys) and The A-Team (no one leaping out of the side of a black van).

Mr Pandammonium got another PB, so we celebrated down the pub with a couple of PBeers. (He was very pleased with himself for coming up with that one.)

We sat next to the pub’s moorings, where a narrowboat was parked. Its occupants were making the most of the intervals of warm sun between the intervals of cold shade in the pub’s beer garden.

After a while, they boarded their boat, then we were subjected to what sounded to me like badly played jazz-like noises. Some of the noises seemed pre-recorded, but it was mostly emanating from a bloke with a saxophone under the cratch cover on the bow deck.

Eventually, the noise ceased, and they set sail downstream, with the boat driver and the saxophonist both sitting on stools on the stern deck. Their tiller was hinged. Hinged!

The saxophonist had a speaker playing the aforementioned pre-recorded noises and his saxophone, which he started playing again.

Once they were out of earshot, which takes a while in a narrowboat, peace was restored, and we could go back to grumbling about the weather.