I Normally Don't Do Requests. Unless, Of

The Oboe Sounds Like A Clarinet With A Cold.

My Father Invented A Cure For Which There Was No Disease And Unfortunately My Mother Caught It And Died Of It.

And Now, In Honour Of The 150th Anniversary Of Beethoven's Death, I Would Like To Play 'clear The Saloon', Er, 'clair De Lune', By Debussy. I Don't Play Beethoven So Well, But I Play Debussy Very Badly, And Beethoven Would Have Liked That.

One Afternoon, When I Was Four Years Old, My Father Came Home, And He Found Me In The Living Room In Front Of A Roaring Fire, Which Made Him Very Angry. Because We Didn't Have A Fireplace.

I Wish To Thank My Parents For Making It All Possible? And I Wish To Thank My Children For Making It Necessary.