Thursday, August 10, 2006

The pipes, the pipes are calling…

I value the fact that Glasgow celebrates its heritage with the wonderful piping festival – but I wonder if the pipe band practising opposite my office at the hospital from 8am-5pm NON-STOP could find:
1) somewhere else;
2) a larger repertoire of tunes?

I thought I had successfully assimilated - maybe not!


Blogger Brendan Allen said...


lad from the Isle of Skye leaves home for the first time to go to university in England; it is his first time in England.

About two weeks later he's talking to his mother on the phone. She asks: "So son, what are the English people like?"

"Well mother, I have to say they're generally fine people, though some are a little bit eccentric. For example, earlier this week, in the student apartment accommodation block where I live, one night, at about three o'clock in the morning, the English lad in the flat next door to me just started screaming and roaring and banging the wall."

"So what happened?", asked Mother. "What did you do?"

He replied: "Nothing. I just kept on playing my bagpipes."

11:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What is the deal with the "pipe cat." I once inhaled a jar of my Dad's airplane pipe dope when I was a tyke. The smell was sweet yet ruthlessly punchy! I can still remember the minor "buzz" I received from inhaling the pipe dope!

3:59 AM  

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