Twangling

I've had another one of those days where it's literally taken all day to be able to play the guitar part even semi-correctly. I simply couldn't work out what was going wrong. I doubled the BPMs, halved them, doubled them, went out for a walk. When I got back, I speeded the metronome up by five beats per minute and voila! I could play it well enough to sing over.

The only problem is that it sounds extremely similar to one of the other songs, but that might actually be quite a nice challenge to overcome because it's nothing to do with fingers. But its a whole song, and the other one's only half a song at the moment, so let's see.

Someone knocked at the door yesterday and I was sure it was a Liberal Democrat, but it wasn't: it was a Jehova's Witness, all clad in pale brown and embarrassed. 

I was expecting a delivery (I've ordered a Carlton and his Shoes LP), so the next time someone knocked I thought it would be Royal Male (that's what I'll call him, even though he's too normal to be regal). Nope: it was the Liberal Democrats. 

It's all go in High Barnet, I tell you! 

I've folded up the laptop and wrapped the microphone in its sleeping-cloth. That was enough recording for one day; now it's quiz-show-avoidance time. I know somewhere in the world a lot of people like quizzes but they're keeping quiet about it, rather like (I suspect) Liberal Democrats.