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I went to band tonight, and I had a bloody good time. It was our annual general meeting, where we delegate whose gonna look after what for this year. But afterwards we had a little party. And I was thinking, "hey I can update the crappy qwab website!". At the time I was thinking this, I was talking with a new person in the band, Rebecca. So as I'm thinking about this, Wayne, our band president walks near us. And I say to him:

Craig: Hey who runs the qwab website?
Wayne: Well I got some person to do a quick job of it, and I don't really like it.
Rebecca: Hey I could update it, because that is my proffession.
Wayne: *shouts out to the rest of the band* Hey Rebecca has offered to run the qwab website!!!
*Suddenly the shift of attention switches from me to Rebecca. Craig realises his bold attempt to do something good for the band has backfired! No! He must act now or forever be a prisoner of his failure to control social gatherings!*
Craig: Hey!!! I can do it too!!!!! *Look at me! Look at me! I've only done 3 years of university*

This event made me think back to year 7. Me and this other guy (who shall remain nameless, cos I fuckin hated the c**t) were in the same class, and we both did percussion in concert band. Now, when my year 7 class had our weekly classrrom music class, Mrs Brown was talking about drums, and some performance that was coming up. I start getting interested because, well, I play percussion! At the back of the room, was my year 7 teacher, (whom I also hated with a satanic passion) and suddenly he starts talking about Alistair (that prick I told you who should remain nameless). He starts saying stuff like "hey Alistair, he's right into that drum stuff. Yeah he does drums in concert band. ha haaa! Yes Alistair!" Meanwhile I'm thinking "I do drums as well! Mention me!! Look at me!!!!". And he just ignores me. Fucker. By the way, I was shitloads better at drums than Alistair. I didn't do conventional drumming practise like I was supposed to. I didn't learn from the "Best In Class" series. I played along with Metallica, learning fills and cool rhythms, even though I didn't have a drumkit. Alistair practised, but he wasn't that great. And for some reason he seems to be the only drummer in my class according to my year 7 teacher! Fuck! To quote Bill Hicks: "I hope he's cut in two by a train in front of his kids". Actually that's a bit much, but you get the idea.

That's the story of my life really, ignored. I really should speak up more, so this wouldn't happen. If I had my way, in qwab we'd play some Ennio Morricone songs and I'd play the cool electric guitar solo bits. But I don't think arrangements of those pieces exist for wind and brass bands.

I turn 21 in four minutes. Will things change tomorrow? Who knows, except me.