/me wanders inanely around house… sitting here I could hear that jangly ting-ting-ting akin to the annoying fella in the next seat anticipating future deafness with his level 11 iPod earbuds… Look about, check the daughters computer – off – check the radio alarmclock – off – ting, ting, ting… look out of the window for neighbours with car stereos – nothing! Bugrit! Listen at bass amp – on, post-noodle but quiescent. Ting-ting-bloody-ting… Ah. You know, the thing about folk phoning you is you need to pause iTunes, not merely turn the volume almost but not quite down to 1… D’oh!
druid (for a given value of druid), retired electrical engineer, parish councillor and chairman, fair weather biker, olde fart with opinions, prog folk rocker, owner of instruments, known to drink decent beer and better whisky. All comments in a personal capacity. May contain cnuts. View all posts by bish