MaliA wrote:
I've had some job interviews recently, and BigOne is aware of the process. She was asking me about previous jobs I have had. I was telling her about the very first job I had. I was a paperboy. There was one house I massively disliked delivering to, as it had a long gravel drive and a huge ill tempered Alsatian dog that heard the approach across the stones. I really hated that part of the round, but the £7.50 a week was worth it. Anyway, it all resolved itself one summer's morning. I had opened the gate with the usual trepidation, and was making my way gingerly up the drive, being as quiet as I could. Heel and toe, heel and toe, go very slow, heel and toe. I approached the porch, Saturday Grauniad in hand, expecting the usual cacophony, but through the window I saw the dog playing the piano. That's when I knew it's Bach was worse than its bite.
I leant Mali my “Air on the G String” on vinyl, but he damaged it. I took revenge by similarly damaging his “Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor”.
You scratch my Bach; I’ll scratch yours!