Sunday, April 17, 2011

Guitarists and Camp Fires. A Warning.

Plucked from The Guardian's Guide to Camping. This amused me no end, speaking as a guitarist (of sorts) and putative camper.
"There is a certain class of camper who, even if hopelessly encumbered with a coffin sized rucksack and cooking tins hanging from their ears, can always find room for a battered acoustic guitar.

If a fire is lit within two miles of these creatures they will involuntarily be drawn to sit by it, start strumming inaccurately, and moan ' ...drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry...' while drinking your booze.

They will then become enchanted by your partner in a kind of free-spirited hippy way, at which point this quaint barter of music for alcohol must stop, and the guitar must be fed to the fire."

My thanks to the author of this snippet, identified in the guide as "PW", and also my apologies for shamelessly nicking it without a scintilla of permission.

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