| Comment | There's a wee guy who used to play the clarinet extremely badly outside Merchant Square at the weekends. He'd start out the evening terrible, but as he'd go off and drink his takings then come back to earn more his ability to play would get worse and worse. Eventually, it'd be the same song over and over, completely out of tune.
Not great when your flat is across the road and you're trying to enjoy an evening in! |
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