Jack Vettriano The Tourist Trap

Jack Vettriano The Tourist TrapJack Vettriano The TemptressJack Vettriano The Star Cafe
'It's, it's, it's a guitar, Archchancellor,' said the Dean, walking hurriedly backwards as Ridcully approached. 'I just bought it.'
'I can see that, I can the major seventh as a passing tone?' said the Dean.
The Archchancellor peered at the open page.
'But this says "Lesson One: Fairy Footsteps",' he said.
'Um, um, um, I was getting a bit impatient,' said the Dean.
'You've never been musical, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'It's one of your good points. Why the sudden interest ‑ what have you got on your feet?'hear that, what was it you were tryin' to do?''I was practising, er, riffs,' said the Dean. He waved a badly printed woodcut defensively in Ridcully's face.The Archchancellor grabbed it.'"Blert Wheedown's Guitar Primer",' he read. ' "Play your Way to Succefs in Three Easy Lefsons and Eighteen Hard Lefsons". Well? I've nothin' against guitars, pleasant airs, a‑spying young maidens one morning in May and so on, but that wasn't playin'. That was just noise. I mean, what was it supposed to be?''A lick based on an E pentatonic scale using