Bagpipe music, redux

[desperance]

If I had batteries in my camera, I could take a picture, just to prove him. As I don't, you'll have to settle for a description. He's in his thirties, give or take. He's wearing a white T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, trainers. And he's walking up and down the nearest path in the park over the road, parallel to my windows. There are literally square miles of moorland behind him, where he could move pretty much out of human earshot, but no.

He's not a bad performer on the pipes, and he has a decent range of tunes - but he has no stamina. He plays for thirty seconds, forty-five max; then he pauses, then he plays something else. This constant on-offedness makes it impossible to tune him out. Which makes it impossible to work.

If I had a sniper's rifle - well, if I had a sniper's rifle I would be in prison by now, for more significant murders than his. But. I wish he would stop, or go away. And what I really resent about this is that I am fond of bagpipe music, as a rule: definitely not one of those people who finds it antisocial by nature. Just, he has caught me in a really sour mood, and I would like to lose myself in my work, and he's preventing me.

Also, right now, he is playing the Skye Boat Song. Which is an offence against nature. I can haz that sniper's rifle nao?

Comments

[autopope.livejournal.com]

Bagpipes ...

I live in Edinburgh. Two factoids:

1. A couple of years back, a bagpipe teacher was driven out of his home by the neighbours. All of them. And nobody said nuthink'.

2. If you visit Edinburgh and wander around the centre, the one bagpiper not to be rude to is the skinny east asian guy in jeans and trainers (as opposed to the numerous pipers in full highland drag). Clue: the Castle is an active army base, and it sometimes has Gurkhas ...

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hee. Noted...