The Lair

I know, I know - I’m a few days late with this. I blame the personal drama that engulfed my life since Friday. Some positive personal drama mixed in all of it, but you know … drama. Must deal with before doing stuff online etc.

The thing is - the whole deal with St. Valentine’s day eludes me. But any day of the year is good for the quirky (or grand) gesture of romance. I may mock the person doing it mercilessly, but you know - having the big brass ones to do something spectacular just has to be appreciated.

Which is why I stopped and gawked like a bumpkin at the person playing a guitar in the quadrangle of Alcuin College. This enterprising young chap had plugged in his guitar to a power socket in a ground floor kitchen and was busy serenading someone under their first floor window. Needless to state, he had quite an audience of people pointing and laughing. He carried on regardless.

Gawk I did. Yet, I realized I was probably adding to his discomfiture (if he felt any, I doubt it) so I moved on. Only to scamper back moments later because I had the brilliant idea of getting a few pictures of our young Josh-Groban-with-a-guitar. Some innate sense of decency kicked in, however, and I refrained - even though the urge to take a photograph and caption it refused to go away.

Serenade someone on campus with an electric guitar? Sing (I couldn’t pick out the song) under their bedroom window? Now that’s a gesture that Hallmark would find difficult to replicate. A pity then that the big brass balls that this bloke carried around was clearly interfering somewhat with his singing voice. It sounded like two cats stowed in a barrel and tossed into the river Ouse.

Oh well, I sighed as the discordant notes rose up and bounced off the firmly closed first floor window. It’s the thought that counts, right?