Shoot the piano player

Spent most of the day trying to fix a blockage in the sink. [I think Stanley has pushed something down there that he shouldn’t have…] Went to a building supplies in Archway to buy a plunger. It’s one of those places where being able to play music is clearly an utterly pointless skill. Every man in there is completely practical, with the ability to lift heavy things and measure accurately with a tape. I attempted to look as if I had a full understanding of how tiling works.

On a desert island, after a plane crash, the musician would be the second person to get eaten by the rest of the survivors. The actor would get killed first, being marginally less capable of doing anything useful than musicians, whilst being generally louder and more irritating.

Whilst wandering through the grouting section I realised why it is that builders have absolutely no need of musicians…

All of them can whistle.