If you ever feel as if you are insignificant and have no impact on the people around you, try farting in an orchestra pit
Whenever I have to get a cello and suitcase around a tiny Tesco Express full of Londoners with no awareness of the existence of others, I imagine a running sports commentary on what a great athlete I am with such world class swerving skills
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I sent ChatGPT an audio file of a series of FART sound effects and asked what it thinks of "my music" and this is what it said
Anytime I need a laugh I remember the time I tried to persuade a duo partner that we should play Being Alive as an encore, he said it was a stupid idea, we argued for a bit before discovering he had confused Being Alive by Stephen Sondheim with Staying Alive by the Bee Gees
Cheese and crackers is a balanced meal because you balance the cheese on the crackers. Follow me for more health tips 🙏
Last night a small boy in the front row decided he wanted to share his sweets with “the music people” and passed some down to us in the pit. We love all our audience members but we’d be lying if we said we didn’t have favourites… 😄
I don’t know who needs to read this but you do not need to buy pit clothes, you need to dig out all of your comfy trousers and t shirts that are looking a bit crappy and faded and put them in the washing machine with a black dye pod
Me: Why is everyone staring at me? 😨
Also me: Sitting on the overground wearing a big poofy concert dress, carrying a cello and eating a share size bag of Monster Munch
Neighbour’s toddler just pointed at me and squealed, “CELLO 😀😀😀” when I did not actually have my cello with me, so I guess that’s my name now 🤷♀️
Here’s something I get a lot after concerts:
“You look SO MUCH like my cousin/sister-in-law/neighbour’s ex. Doesn’t she look just like her? You do, you look so much like her! Hang on… I’ve got a photo somewhere… really you must see this, she looks just like you!”
The pic:
Been through both @HeathrowAirport and @LGAairport in the last week and security at both airports treated my cello like it was a newborn baby. Very demure, very mindful 😭🙏
This morning’s barista: “I’ve heard the cello is really difficult to learn…”
Me: “I don’t know really, I don’t play anything else”
Barista: “How long did it take you to learn?”
Me: “I’m still learning!”
Barista: “How long have you been learning?”
Me: “….28 years…”




