See what it says up there on the right?

Don’t let me near a guitar when in company. Especially when there’s drinkies involved.

Now there’s proof of this. I’m the bloke with the guitar. The song’s in Swedish, but the tune we’re murdering is an old Kinks song (brought to you by way of the 4th best band from Lund).

And don’t believe the audience – they’re drunk enough to applaud a cat strolling down a keyboard.