Tuesday, March 28, 2006
There was a bad moment in the gym. An orange, muscled hulk had risen from a bench after struggling with what seemed to me to be fairly modest weights. He was wearing earphones and, as he rose, he embarked upon some alarming, rhythmic convuslions. His eyes were closed so perhaps he had forgotten he was not alone. That can be the only explanation for what happened next. He began playing the air guitar. Now we have all done this from time to time - in private - and it is a more or less unavoidable habit for anybody aged less than about sixty. It is, nevertheless, a pretty comprehensively dorkish thing to do and something of which I assumed one ought to be ashamed. Or perhaps not. What, I wondered idly, if air guitars were visible? It turns out they are and you can buy them. See here. R. "Bud" Philson sounds like an impressive kind of guy.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 1:18 pm