I'm trying to figure out if there is anything more irritating than bongo drums.
Specifically, bongo drums played by some kind of dirty, rhythmless hippy at a party. A hippy who is under the awesomely misguided impression that s/he (although it's usually a he) is providing some kind of jovial, convivial atmosphere.
IT ISN'T, HIPPY.
NOT AT ALL.
IT IS, IN FACT, INCREDIBLY ANNOYING.
THE RANDOM BANGING OF ANIMAL SKINS IS NOT MUSIC. IT IS A VERY LONG WAY AWAY FROM BEING MUSIC.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR INSTRUMENT OF TORTURE, AND YOUR WHITE-BOY DREADLOCKS AND GO AND HAVE A BATH.
(but remember to save the water for your garden)
Seriously, is there anything more irritating?
3 comments:
the only thing worse than one bongo beater is MANY. If you've ever been inside the chai tent at woodford folk festival of a new year's eve you know what I'm talking about ... aaaaaaiiieeeeee!
Ah yes, the faux hippy. You forgot to add 'to your mum and dad's house in Canterbury and don't forget to return the merc'.
I used to live opposite Edinburgh Gardens and the only thing there was more of than mice in my kitchen was bongo playing hippies in the park (does that sentence work?). I have had murderous thoughts about bongo playing hippies.
People thinking that other passengers on a train from the Blue Mountains want to listen to them play the guitar and sing, soulfully, all. the. way. to the city.
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