I sit and work on the sofa with my laptop. Behind me on the wall hang our three guitars, the bass, the BC Rich Warlock (which looks precisely like this on your left) and my darling acoustic guitar. Now currently I am very nervous about my computer because the CD drive is playing up and I haven’t been able to back up my work for the last couple of months.
I had been playing with aforementioned darling about ten minutes before this occurred. I then put the guitar back, put my headphones on and carry on working. Sometime during Let It Be there is a big thud behind me.
Darling acoustic has fallen; the bracket has taken a big chunk of plaster out of the wall, but miraculously it is sat on the top of the bookshelf, resting comfortably against the still suspended Warlock.
Any other angle would have resulted in at least the destruction of this treasured guitar which is older than I am, if not the guitar smashing into my laptop thus losing all the work I have done in the last few months, e-mails etc and causing hundreds of pounds of damage and knocking me very hard on the head on its way down. Naturally in my current traumatised state I imagine that I would be instantly killed by the weight of a full size guitar falling on my head (what a rock'n'roll way to go!), but when I calm down I’ll probably get a little perspective on this.
Someone is looking out for me.
[...] came in and said, "Bugger, I'll have to patch that wall up now."