Trumpet III

In Which: Our Hero Finally Gets His Hands On a Half Decent Horn To Blow, Swerves And Stalls A Bit, Runs Around Aimlessly All Day, And Swears Shamelessly At Children Whilst Introducing A Family Event In The Park

I totally got a new trumpet yesterday. It's amazing. I managed to get it in almost mint condition for about a third of the price of a new model. It has a mellifluously rich tone and is a delicious change from my old Boosey student pile of crap which was permanently out of tune with itself. Alas I can't be at home playing it because I'm out organising the disasterfest that is the Norwich Film Festival. We planned to show Top Gun for free in the Castle Gardens last week, however the licence for it was overturned due to short notice. The people at the council told me it'd be fine when I spoke to them on the 1st because you only need ten days to send the licence application off, and the screening was on the 12th. That is until after I'd submitted said application, at which point they told me that it was ten working days before, not including the day of the event or the day of submission. So we moved it back a week to today. And then yesterday I was told by the people who were supplying the screen and projector that actually they'd booked it out to someone else. Great. So after hours of frantic calling yesterday, I managed to find a company who had a screen available. I then learn, today, that our agreement with the castle mall was literally just that we were allowed to do it, not that they'd help us. As it transpires, the maintenance team do not work on a Saturday, nor any of the managers, nor indeed anyone that has screened a film in a park before. So here I am with a couple of blokes and a mobile cinema that together cost two grand for the day, and nowhere to put it or plug it in, and no-one to help except for a couple of fucking useless security guards. Obviously my day has flawlessly glided past like a dream.

I also had my first ever in the world ever driving lesson ever this morning. Although the less said about that the better. I'm pretty sure I was still quite pissed from drinking whiskey at Rhys's leaving do last night at three I'm the morning.

Start as you mean to go on.

If anybody else out there has £2000 and incredibly bad taste in films, this is definitely what you should be aiming for.