No, not George Martin or George Best, but a beetle, an actual beetle.
(His beetle-name could, I suppose, be George; but ultimately there is no way of knowing.)
I’ve counted five of the little blighters in the past few days – one, two, three, four, and five – on the mixing desk. It could be the same one on his little beetle training-circuit, and I certainly hope it is, but I’m convinced each tiny face was different.
They emerge from the dusty back of the mic preamp on channel twelve and disappear again down one of the inputs of the patchbay on the right. Please, Sweet Lord, not another insect infestation. Why me? I keep everywhere clean – relatively clean.
Alright, I need to clean the house. But, well, you know: busy fellow living on his own with his hairy dog – it’s not always top of the list of things to do.
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