Do-Don Karanaka

Taiko Drumming Week Two. I need to take my camera along rather than relying on the phone...

This is George, Mel's dad, taking his turn. And it got a damned sight harder than last week as well, I can tell you, my arms ache. Great fun again though, really nice mix of people, and the instructors are easy-going but encouraging. At some point we may even get good. What am I saying? We have to, this is all aimed towards a 'Drumfest' performance.

Day was spent working from home (getting more work done in the first hour than in the whole of yesterday - I've always been one for working better away from the constraint of work itself), heading down to Porty at lunch to meet up with Susan (a soon to be ex-colleague *sniff* and Corrie).

Now. Strangest thing I've seen in a while as we parked to go to the class. This car, with this sign in the back. Erm. 'Near Death Driver'? Does that mean the driver is liable to a heart attack behind the wheel at any moment? Or have they been involved in a crash that almost claimed their life that makes them a particularly nervous driver? Should they be driving in either case??? A bit like the Radio 4 show as I drove home and a guy who had failed a vision test complaining that the DVLA was too narrow in its view (oh, ironic, given the test was for side vision) and they should take into account his opthamologist's view.

Maybe sensible actually, although he damaged his own case by explaining that various factors could make someone fail the test, such as being tired or stressed. Does that mean he'll not get behind the wheel if he's feeling that way? Course not, it's his right to drive. Now, people may say I'm being harsh and that all people have the right to be able to move about under their own steam. True. To a point. Is that right more important than the safety of people around him on a road?

Not so much a near death driver as a near death everyone else.

Keep on drummin'.

EDIT: Good grief the BBC One News wins today's 'Stating the Bleeding Obvious' Prize. Headline goes, "The family of a British man killed in the Moscow bombing say they are devastated by the loss'. Really? Who would have thought? Do we really need to televise every facet of life and its reactions?