Steel

Right underneath my window, a busker has set up for the day. No normal busker either, but one with a steel drum (I’ve forgotten the proper name for it) from a Jamaican steel band. This is probably not as great as you would imagine.

We’ve been “privileged” (in the loosest possible sense of the word) to hear him so far murdering stuff by UB40, Level 42, and a number of other *cough* “reggae-based” bands. I’m still waiting for Karma Chameleon, but frankly it can’t be far off. And yes, I know UB40 et al. did a pretty good job of murdering this stuff themselves, but Jesus Christ, this guy’s bad. Up ’til today I hadn’t actually heard a steel-drum emit as many duff notes. He either got this thing of Honest Jah the second-hand-drum seller, or he’s shit. I can’t actually decide which.

What he doesn’t know is that up here in the office, we have a pool table. By definition this also means we have pool cues. Some of the people here are finding that the temptation to go downstairs and beat him round the head with a pool cue is becoming hard to resist…