Well, I'm pretty true to type. I am sitting on the safa at this moment, I can see many many folk magazines lying on the floor, half drunk coffee on the table in front of me, leads,cd writer, desk, 8-track in fron of me ,leads everywhere, I can see five guitars, 3 melodeons, a mandoline, a banjo, an overflowing piano stool, the piano is covered in music books and small instruments, and bits of bigger instruments.I can see three drums, and a large ribbed bit of drainpipe I use a s scraper.The sleeve of a Brownie McGhee and Sonny TerryLP is open in front of me. There are countelss CDs everywhere. I can see a Boi Sec Ardoin LP lyibg on the floor.There aare to boxes of cassettes spilling onto the floor.
Also, as is generally the case with pro and semi-pro musicians, there are various odd bits of cash lying about waiting to be accounted for.
   I have just notice, immediately beside me on the floor, a boxed set of cassettes a Verdi requiem, which I have never played, and came from my father's desk when he died some five years ago. It appears to have sat on the floor by the sofa ever since. Interesting. On the safa beside me are many unread newspapers, the Oxford Book of Carols, a ring binder full of musicians email addresses, a CD of Hank Wedel and Ray Barron. and a Musician's Union leaflet.
Judging bythe other posts, I'm pretty much a stereotype, as we all are.