I'm in a fudge at the end of today and curled up on my couch listening to sombre sounds on my stereo when James calls.
"I want to cheer you up," he tells me, "Meet me at Kyo's, we're all going to play you songs until you're happy again.
I go to Kyo's. Obviously.
Dr Dan and Kyo play guitars, Dr Dan sings and James plays the didgeridoo (I know, there is no way to announce this without comedy, but more of this later).
Dr Dan has a beautiful voice and the three instruments work beautifully together. It reminds me of being 19 and hanging out with Glenn and Howard while they played guitars and sang. I miss that.
Kyo suddenly burps, and laughs with a half-shamed, half-amused face.
I burst out laughing at his expression.
"Sorry!" he giggles, "There's a frog in the village!"
James starts singing arbitrarily down his didgeridoo. There is actually no way to stop this sentence being funny. Actually, there is no way to stop any sentence with the word didgeridoo in it being funny. Except possibly that one.
My brother once slept with this girl (and I mean that literally - once, not slept) who, after the passion was spent, as t'were, got out of bed and announced to him, "Let me show you something."
Cool, my brother thought.
Then she got out a didgeridoo and started playing it. Straight after sex. Imagine.
When my brother told me this story, the day after, I laughed so hard I actually bruised my own ribs. He's going to be tickled when he finds out I posted this story on the internet. Siblings, huh?
"We're didgeridooing in Dan's face!" announces James as I write. Dan is on the phone to his girlfriend and the boys are distracting their conversation mercilessly.
"Write that in your diary!" he continues.