Here's my world cup souvenir. I wasn't there of course but Ewan was and brought it home for me. Strangely he didn't invite me round on Sunday to participate in the final. Out of respect for his neighbours I dare say.
Should any of my neighbours ever complain about my saxophone I shall offer them the alternative of the vuvuzela.
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Dad, I would have invited you round for the final and a Vuvuzela face-off - but sadly I missed it flying back from a wee trip. I'm sure we will find a suitable sporting occassion to sound off to soon - maybe take them to the golf on Sunday?
Perhaps you can play the hideous thing in the Tempest. A jazz trumpeter did a fine job of it on Newsnight this week. Whiter Shade of Pale perhaps?
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