cool people call it a 'uke' but i'm not cool so i'll continue using the full name. yook-uh-lay-lee.... boo-yah!
i have two things to say, and the second one is a competition you can enter, so keep reading.
firstly: obviously the ukulele is an incredibly sexy instrument, so try to contain yourself, ladies. if you are in any doubt watch this:
mmmm... yeah. hot.
today i successfully got through about 5 songs with the skill you could expect from a chap who's played for 3 hours. these included a fleetwood mac number, an erasure hit single and a song about onanism by one of britain's foremost stand-up comics.
i am pleased with my work.
next door's dog seemed to love it too.
my fingers hurt like a set of fingers that've never spent 3 hours playing a stringed instrument before, but i am double excited about learning something new. i am also secretly very impressed by how splendid i look whilst holding a tiny guitarry thing-a-majog.
secondly: as with many of my inanimate objects, i want to name my new instrument of joy. and this is where you come in.
i am trusting you, yes you... to name my frigging ukulele. all you have to do is send an email to email@example.com with your suggestion.
for an idea of where to start, other inanimate objects in my possession are:
- stevie the TV - my tellybox.
- the duke of that - my ipod.
- micro-funk - my penis.
- and my car is called Larry Pascal Two-Balls, The Sex Panther.
have fun, kids! i will pick my favourite when i get back from barcelona, where i am going next week because i am awesome.