You’d think he’d be looking for a Great Highlands piper…
nice 
Is that Ted’s double reed chanter?? I’ve never seen the full set in one spot-always in bits and pieces with people looking at all seperate bits
It is a nice big popping strap but utterly needless; the chanter has a popping valve.
BTW, Ted, if you are ever interested in passing that set along, I’ll glady accept it for safe keeping and maintaining it in good repair to pass along to the next caretaker after me. 
I’m totally smitten by Taylor sets, God help me but I love them so.
Well once this is over with I’m sure we’ll all be watching it on you-tube, somebody is bound to take a video. I hope whoever it is can take the heat.
Depending on the camera angle, it may have to go on xtube. Maybe I’ve had too many life drawing classes, but the idea seems old hat. Nudity just really isn’t that shocking. And tell the truth; who hasn’t piped naked about the house when no one was looking. If your legs aren’t too hairy, the chanter should close up pretty well on the skin. So did this get any takers?
I haven’t, per the heartfelt pleas from my spouse. But, I have to state that the visuals resulting from the above quote, evoke the utterly terrifying.
Looks like there’s someone ready for the gig
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wvHS_Tmrrk
Looks like there’s someone ready for the gig
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wvHS_Tmrrk
That video is exactly why we as a species are doomed to extinction!
You realise, don’t you, that you will never be able to sell your pipes …
… or at least the popping strap or the chair you seat yourself upon. OK, I have now said too much…
Hey, lets all go!
Can I say “penis”?
Regards,
Harry.
… looks like you can type it.
Puts a whole new meaning on the phrase - “Lookee - I’ve got a B Flat chanter …” 
… and you know what they say about a guy with a big chanter …
how about which tune to play when naked? A certain slip jig anyone? An … …
Big Pat’s (well, that’s what I’d play)
for others perhaps:
The Cause of All My Sorrows
The Eagle’s Whistle
The Hunter’s Purse
Rodney’s Glory
The Silver Spire
Spot the Wallop
Upstairs in a Tent
Sword in Hand
Touch Me if You Dare
The Yellow Wattle
Curly Locks
Dear Little Shamrock
I Awoke from My Dream
I’m Lonely Tonight, Love
Mary, Do You Fancy Me?
My Little Bag that Was Stolen
All Covered with Moss
Crabs in the Skillet
Fishing for Eels
The Gaelic Club
Paddy Whack
Put on Your Clothes
We could go on.
I’ve been struck mute only a half-dozen times in my life. Ok, seven now.
… I did not know that.