Last Christmas, Wife gave me this plastic trumpet designed for playing in the bath. You tune the tubes by filling them with water, then opening the valves allows you to blow across the top of them, like blowing across the neck of a bottle. Unlike a real trumpet you can play two notes at once, but then you only get five of them. Which kind of limits the number of melodies you can play.
All this is theoretical, since we have an en suite shower which uses a fraction of the water – and takes a fraction of the time – needed for a full scale bath. So as March comes and goes I still haven’t actually put this magnificent instrument to the test.
It’s balanced atop a random selection of unread, half-read and well-loved books on our windowsill, several of which also arrived last Christmas…
Dorian Lynksey’s 33 Revolutions Per Minute: A History Of Protest Songs
Ian McEwan’s Solar
The Mitfords: edited letters of the Mitford sisters
Quentin Blake & John Julius Norwich: 12 Days Of Christmas
John Simpson on The Media: Unreliable Sources
Whistable Mum In Custard Shortage
Peanuts anthology 1950-1952
Christopher Meyer’s memoir DC Confidential
The Importance Of Being Oscar – an improbable mix of cats & Wilde
The Darwin Awards – Countdown To Extinction
Simon Napier Bell’s hilarious Black Vinyl, White Powder
I & I – The Natural Mystics: Marley, Tosh & Wailer
A History Of The World In 100 Objects
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