Pop Shield

And when I retire, I shall perhaps regale the world about my exciting days as a signed-up Corporation session engineer. And in the meantime, I shall regale you.

“‘…Oh, and did I tell you of my discovery about the 12-way XLR loom belonging to the Panic Meat Eaters’ touring keyboard rig?” I shall utter.

Perhaps there will be a small audience, who understand none of it, yet look upon me with some amusement. Much like today.

“Red before brown!” I shall exclaim. “At ONE end only! Crosspatch!!!

“…And then I discretely took the keyboard tech aside, maintaining a 2-metre distance, pointed and muttered through my face covering “wcwndoflajdkfkdjwjf!”

“…And then he said, “Oh ok, yes you’re right, that was the fault of The Noise Boys.”

“…And then I said, “It’s not a phrase I’m fond of in principle, on the grounds of gender equality, but I understand that rhymes can be very satisfying.”