This is something for all the guitarists out there:-

Harrods Rocks Guinness World Record

Calling all wannabe rock gods and axe heroes...On Sunday 18 February 2007 at 8am, Harrods is offering guitarists the chance to play their way into rock'n'roll history!
To celebrate its 'Harrods Rocks' season from 1st February to 3rd March, the world-famous London store will host a bid to break the world record for the most guitarists simultaneously playing one song.
Harrods hopes to get 2,000 guitarists to play Deep Purple's rock standard 'Smoke On The Water' at next month's event.

If you want to find out more then for full info check out this WEB SITE

Here's a silly clip that i thought some of you might like

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Finally, as promised, here are a couple more of my poems (although in truth the second one is more of a song without a tune at the moment really):-

Beyond.

I stare into the hole.
The whole hole.
The hole through which my soul falls,
deeper and deeper,
past the keeper of tormented undead beings,
past the deepest depth,
into eternity and beyond.

I stare into my soul.
My whole soul.
My soul, which falls through the hole,
deeper and deeper,
past the reaper holding court among the dead,
past the deepest depth,
into eternity and beyond.

I stare into the hole.
The hole, whole.
The hole more complete than my soul, which falls through it,
deeper and deeper,
past the sleeper dreaming of whole’s less complete,
past the deepest depth,
into eternity and beyond.

Mind Stream.

Open,
open up,
shut the fuck up,
can't you talk without talking?
Nothing
is always
just something too much,
let me think about thinking.
Too much space
always full to the brim,
it's my mind
and I can't let me.

Where's the love I used to have?
I gave it to me, now it's gone bad.
All the talking in my head,
I've never listened to a word I said.
I left me sitting in my room;
I couldn't get away too soon.
I've lived without me for so long,
now I don't know where I've gone.

Breaking,
broken down,
build it back up
just to smash it to pieces.
Living
is always
the thing I do best
when reality ceases.
Too much me
always inside of my head,
why can't I be
someone else instead?

Where's the dream I used to fake?
My promises to me I'd always break.
All the things I used to love,
the velvet hand in an iron glove.
I left me broken by my hate for me,
I couldn't stay, had to be free.
I ran so far in other peoples shoes
now I've lost all the things I tried so hard to lose.

Waiting,
all of the time.
What the hell for?
Leave the chances to chancers.
Searching,
all of the time.
For what? I don't know.
Finding nothing but answers.
So many worlds,
so many things not to do.
It's my life
but can I rent it to you.

Where's the me that I used to be?
The one I never really wanted to be.
All the time I've spent alone,
never being on my own.
My train of thought has been derailed
by the stories I've regaled.
I try so hard to get my thoughts to win,
but the world around me just keeps crashing in.

Well that's all for now, see y'all