Dungeons and dragons has been cancelled at short notice this evening, because two of our regular players are ill. This is tremendously disappointing news, since our regular game is the highlight of my fortnight. Obviously, it is good to see my children and observe their first words and steps, but it is all a very pale second pace to battling orcs and goblins in the Mystical Mines Beneath the Huruk’ba Mountains.
As I have a free evening, and as I still have numerous blog entries to catch up on, I thought I would reflect on other disappointments in my life, which rival the cancellation of the Dungeons and Dragons Game. I thought I might list a few of my past disappointments.
My first disappointment, or regret I suppose, is that I don’t have the musical talent to play in a proper band. When I was in my late teens/early twenties, I played in a wee rock band with my mates, but in spite of great endeavour, I think we all recognised that we were unlikely to secure a deal with EMI. For some reason, the major labels did not send droves of A&R men to see our gigs (which generally took place in the pub just down the road from my house). I think that the main reason was that we were not very good.
Also, we were not particulary good-looking. And we didn't write very good songs. Or wear fashionable clothes. And one of us had a tight curly perm reminiscent of Julie Walters in the early 80s. And I didn't always play in exactly the same key as the others.
Other than that, we were the Next Big Thing.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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