I didnt think I would miss the guitar, I would have
so much to "do"(drink, really).
But then on the second day, I felt this urge...
I didnt know what it was, but then, when I heard a Metallica-song in a restaurant, I realized I needed a guitar. So I told that to my friend, whos in my band, and he could feel the same thing. That was horrible.
But then one day we sat down in a bar called Old London to drown our sorrows in beer.
There we started talking with the nice english bartenders, and after a while, I saw the guitar..
A Fender stratocaster!
Man was I happy!!
But then there was a problem. Where I allowed to play on it?
I mentioned it with a little "ehrr, nice guitar youve got there".
And what do you know, it turns out that the band normally playing in the bar, was sick or something, so me and my frien got free drinks if we agreed to play for the customers that evening.
I could smile again..
God bless the English!!
