My task today (apart from tea boy and general dog's body) was to chauffeur the Bag Piper around to a Funeral. I put up with him warming his pipes up. I put up with him playing 16 different versions of Amazing Grace. I put up with him, when I caught sight of his right hairy gonad making an unscheduled appearance from under his kilt. Then I shot him!!!!
Who in God's name decided to put a bag and tubes on the end of a perfectly nice sounding chanter??? Having been on numerous tattoos with 'pipers' and been woken at 5.30am with them practicing outside my window, I have to say, that there is no love lost between me and the blokes in skirts.
I was told that there was a play on in town about Glenn Miller??? Of course I had to book tickets as this should be very interesting? I wonder how they will do it??
My partner always keeps and empty milk bottle in her fridge. I asked her why?? She said, well it's for you, because you drink Black Coffee???
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