Pianola
When I was growing up we had a big old piano in the corner of one room. Only this was a pianola or player piano. You could pump some pedals and the piano would play music all by itself, thanks to a paper strip with holes in it. Well that was the principle; in practice the mechanism was completely gummed up with years-worth of crap and dust. So my project was to un-gum it and make it work again.

One incentive was to play the stack of paper rolls I had. But the main incentive was to attract the lovely Liz to my house. She was the love of my life, mostly because she had big knockers. For some reason she was interested in my pianola so when I told her I was going to take it apart and put it back together again she was very excited. Every now and then I'd ring her up and tell her that I'd taken some new bit off or exposed a bit more of the mechanism, and she'd come round and take a look, allowing me to take sneeky glances at her boobs when I thought she wasn't looking, and lean in unnecessarily close when both peering into the mechanism.

Eventually something happened and we ended up snogging and groping, with bits of pianola lying all around us. From that moment on 'would you like to come round and see my pianola' became something of an obvious double-entendre for us.

The pianola became more and more dismantled (there had to be some excuse to invite her round) but there was far more snogging going on than reassembly. After several months the piano was in bits all over the room and not a single note had been played. Eventually my mother became suspicious of why I always closed the door when 'working on the pianola with Liz'. She told me I had to put it back together or throw all the bits out. So I put as much back in as I could. I pumped the pedals as hard as I could. The pianola gave a solitary, wheezing gasp from it's bellows, but still not music.

So a waste of several months then? Not at all: Liz really did have tremendous knockers.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 13:59, 6 replies)

Music, tinkering AND tits?
How could I not click?
(SimianKid internet faffer, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 16:58, closed)

This is a proper project. Good work.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 21:02, closed)

The pianola
Or getting my hands on Liz's tits?
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 21:39, closed)

who gives a fuck about pianolas?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 18 Nov 2011, 23:55, closed)

I suspect...
... that the pianola may not have been the reason for the initial visit by Liz (and her amazing knockers). Call me cynical if you will :-)
(nordelius, Mon 21 Nov 2011, 11:20, closed)

I guess it's overly optimistic
to expect a girl to be interested in a pianola. On the other hand I can't imagine what attracted her and her knockers to my 16-year-old self.
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 22 Nov 2011, 12:59, closed)