apologies... in the shadow of a looming 15 minuite presentation on personal and professional development (which I should look 'clean' for), i sat and played a song on my guitar to my friend Abdi... the atmosphere is zoned stress in pocket puffs (not literally pockets, I mean pockets as in flour lumps in a nasty savory stew), a guilty feeling is ever present with a half read radiological journal on the coffee table... nasty.

'Dave, I think for your personal development you need to learn the guitar'
'learn the guitar?'
'do you know what melodious is?'
'yeah'
'well, you havn't got that'