Today

I have been looking forward to today. This afternoon my friend will collect my keyboard and myself so that I can play for their son's birthday. Later on I am playing for our pub's D-Day commemoration, and will go dressed as a spiv. The landlady apparently has a false moustache for me to wear. I hope that a) it doesn't droop into my cider, b) it doesn't make me sneeze, and c) my fags don't set it alight. False moustaches can be a dangerous accessory.