It's like watching my dad refusing to acknowledge the extra football leagues that have cropped up since the 60's. This is such a perfect example of that archetypal UK high street music shop clerk attitude, where if it ain't a strat or a les paul, they don't know what it is and think you're a ponce for playing one.
There are some funny moments though, like mocking the insanely long model names
Wirelessly posted (Wondernuts)
My head hurts watching this.