Drummers

My feelings about drummers are I think quite obvious from previous entries. They're a bloody nuisance. Apart from becoming obsessed with Phil Collins and venerating him as a god (I couldn't make that up if I tried), most of them, at least at the Ruskin, seem to have this desire to be hidden away in the darkness (I do not mean Justin Hawkin's lycra jock strap Mister Squeaky - you're a very naughty Giant Rubber Goth Bat - Go directly to your roost. Do not pass 'Go' and do not pick up your £200) and then secrete themselves behind a pile of drums and cymbals and other drummery things that I don't really want the technical detail of and you then only see a glimpse of them now and again.
Now the practical upshot of this is that this makes them incredibly difficult to photograph, now whether this is because of some secret code which they all have to subscribe to when they pick up their first set of sticks or because they are all embarrasingly ugly I'm not quite sure.
Comments suggestions etc etc to the usual address, best prize wins something seasonal....but be warned - remember how my mind works.