Thinking about stuff while decorating, and I got to thinking about the moments where I'd done something so stupid that I knew the second I'd done it I had screwed up big time.
For example, went away for the weekend when I was still living with my mother, leaving my Charvel lying in its case, case unclosed, trem arm still in...
Came home to discover the case closed - queue "oh sh!t" moment. The force of the lid closing had pulled half of one of the trem studs out.
And another, oddly enough case related again, was having my beloved Simon and Patrick Spruce 6 acoustic in my front room, wife closes the lid BUT DOESN'T DO THE CATCHES UP, I come back and pick up the case - again, queue "oh sh!t" moment - as guitar tumbles up, taking a gash out of the lovely spruce top...
I expect tales of horror from the luthiers hanging around here - come on guys, we won't think any less of you.
Mark.