Jazzy fizzle! My fabulous instrument is called the F**K YOU! Basically I entirely blame my dad for this creation he helped me a lot with the making and with the name calling after he planted a bad idea in my head of holding down all the fingers apart from the middle one. So I cleverly picked a piece of branding that is pretty bad ass; the two naughty fingers pulling down a bottom lip to reveal a tattooed inside lip with the words "f**k you" on it. Whilst performing on Royal Victoria bridge my instrument kind of sounded something like a boat horn, oh well we tried our best to jazz up the sunny afternoon at the bridge.
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