
My thoughts have been far from the blog for quite a while now: snowed under by life, work, the whole deal. High time I galvanised myself before the onset of some seasonal disorder.
So I was a bit tickled to get an email from Levenshulme stalwart and good friend Bill, one that I guess I'd have to file under "Misc. - Levenshulme characters."
ps. Last night I had an emergency phone call from Daniel Craig!!! ~ (without the Bond girls..)
It led me to go to a club under Piccadilly arches to tune an electric '70's piano for
Jack Penate, Hot Tune & Paul Epworth (Phones). Heard of any of them? (I'd not!!)
Actually, I hadn't heard of them either, but that's not surprising, I'm too busy keeping track of the characters in the Green Balloon Club and the names of all the Chuggington trains.
But isn't it reassuring to know that Levenshulme has at least one resident piano tuner, prepared to drop his cheese toastie and head to an ailing Fender Rhodes with only minutes to go until curtain-up? Email your own examples of Levenshulme's curious trades to lovelevenshulme@gmail.com
ps. I did wonder whether it was a wind-up, like sending an apprentice for a left-handed screwdriver. Particularly given that Bill did used to send me photos of cats and dogs dressed as firefighters or pulling sunflower babies in carts or different species mothering each other (like the one where the great white shark is nuzzling up to the ant and just nurturing it and you really don't expect to see that kind of trans-specific maternal care going on in the animal kingdom) and if you don't forward it to everyone you're warned that you're stopping the love going round and how could you live with yourself for having prevented your friends from seeing an armadillo that has taken it upon itself to raise a dozen abandoned wolfcubs and it's doing so in sepia, shame on you. But I googled it and it seems to be true. So we can sleep a little easier now.











