
If you don’t live in The Netherlands or Germany you may not be familiar with the above monstrosity. A sort of street organ/organ grinder. They can usually be found deafening innocent passer-bys on the street marking the beat of their atrocious organ ‘music’ by rattling cans of coins while trying to con you into adding to the financial racket. And believe me they can smell out anyone nursing a delicate hangover from a mile.
Normally they can be easily avoided – crossing the street – racing by at high speeds. This morning however one of them clearly got lost on their way to the Loudest Organ in the World competition and ended up making an enemy of our entire street at 9 am. It’s Saturday morning for crying out loud. If I wanted to be woken up early on Saturdays I would have had children. At least kids can sometimes be funny and cute. These organs are pure evil tools of torture. Don’t believe me imagine this at an extremely high volume when you are peacefully sleeping.
In other news my Occasionally Holy Friend told me that I have an occasionally wide looking waist. I don’t think he’s that holy after all.





Ha HA! “Occasionally wide looking waist!
Oh, poor Conor!
It’s so obvious that he’s jealous as hell of my svelte figure. Yes, I am sure that’s it. These bloody holy molies.
At least you weren’t accosted by (gasps of horror all around) mimes.
This is the saddest and funniest story ever
I’m sorry for the headache.
P.S. I am really really excited about Tori’s new album as well. I listened to some on her website and LOVED it.
Fat Sparrow – A street assault by a pack of mimes might just be what this neighbourhood needs actually.
Hurricanecandice – only two weeks to go – can’t wait
Yes, these things are vile!!
Steam fairs in the UK are rife with them which is a good reason not to go to them.
I’ve never been unlucky enough to have been woken up by one though thankfully, you have my deepest sympathies!!!
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