One sunny day (Near a postbox)
Thursday, 19. June 2008, 23:28:18
I injured myself.
It's something that can happen to vinyl junkies such as myself at anytime of the music-listening day. I sprained my tone-arm lowering finger.
Naturally it was straight down to casualty for me. Ambidextrous I may be, but because of the placement of the tone-arm on the turntable mounting even left handed people have to lower it with their right hand. Or maybe rig up some kind of really stupid mechanism as a protest against a right handed dictatorship world.
I was quickly triaged by a doctor who rushed me to the back of the queue and a within only a few mere hours I was called to a cubicle. I should have realised that something was wrong when the nurse asked me to take off all my clothes.
She was about to perform what I assume was a secret mystery life saving procedure upon me when a doctor came rushing into the cubicle. "No no nurse!" He screamed. "I said 'Crook his little finger, not finger his little...'"
I assume from your ill-concealed expressions and unnecessary chortling that you don't believe me. You think I'm making this up. Let's be honest, up to this point it does rather beggar belief, doesn't it?
And yet the truth is, yes of course it's not true. I played a record titled 'Crook his little finger' on my media player as I was going to post a letter today. It was a beautiful sunny day and I found myself singing it no matter what came up on the player after it, so I switched it off and promptly thought of that punch line. After that it was a simple matter of constucting a lead-in storyline to reach it.
What the doctor really shouted as he came into the cubicle was "No no nurse! I said prick his boil, not boil his..."
It's something that can happen to vinyl junkies such as myself at anytime of the music-listening day. I sprained my tone-arm lowering finger.
Naturally it was straight down to casualty for me. Ambidextrous I may be, but because of the placement of the tone-arm on the turntable mounting even left handed people have to lower it with their right hand. Or maybe rig up some kind of really stupid mechanism as a protest against a right handed dictatorship world.
I was quickly triaged by a doctor who rushed me to the back of the queue and a within only a few mere hours I was called to a cubicle. I should have realised that something was wrong when the nurse asked me to take off all my clothes.
She was about to perform what I assume was a secret mystery life saving procedure upon me when a doctor came rushing into the cubicle. "No no nurse!" He screamed. "I said 'Crook his little finger, not finger his little...'"
I assume from your ill-concealed expressions and unnecessary chortling that you don't believe me. You think I'm making this up. Let's be honest, up to this point it does rather beggar belief, doesn't it?
And yet the truth is, yes of course it's not true. I played a record titled 'Crook his little finger' on my media player as I was going to post a letter today. It was a beautiful sunny day and I found myself singing it no matter what came up on the player after it, so I switched it off and promptly thought of that punch line. After that it was a simple matter of constucting a lead-in storyline to reach it.
What the doctor really shouted as he came into the cubicle was "No no nurse! I said prick his boil, not boil his..."
WIDGETIZE
cakkleberrylane # 21. June 2008, 21:36