"Sorry," says Jordi, "can't turn the fooking alarm off."
"Fook," say the policemen.
"Do you know how to turn it off?" asks Jordi.
"Fooked if we know," the policemen answer. "No trouble here then?"
"No," Jordi replies.
"Oh hey," The taller of the two tall policemen says as he peers at the music stand..."Astor Piazzolla...Ausencias...Isn't Piazzolla fantastic!"
"Yes," Jordi agrees..."Erm...the alarm?"
"Sorry," the policemen burble into their radios as they leave. "Shall we shut the door to the street as we leave?"
12 comments:
I wish I'd been there, sounds funny! I haven't had my guitar out of its case since my last lesson a few weeks ago, behind on reading blogs, behind on doing anything painty, oh dear my life needs an overhaul! I hope to rectify that today. Love the new pics Rosie :)
Jess xx
Jess:I can't imagine you not being in a painty mood! I am sure Spring will bring waking-up mode. Mine hasn't kicked in yet either...but the seedlings are growing in the garden!
Love the story, but even more I love yur illustration....it brightened my whole day.
Lo. Good, because you always make my day better too.
Do the Spanish Police really say "Fook"?
Did they pick it up from the Sandfookers?
Rog: Swearing in Spain is not only rampant but used as terms of affection. If it was literally translated it would sound like Alloa on a friday night. I'm allowed to say that. I'm almost a native.
So did you all retune your guitars and play something extremely modern?
mig: I didn't think of it. I'll suggest it next week when it will still be ringing...
This is very exciting. I hope your alarm is tuned to concert A?
Christopher. Or the concert be flat...
That's very sharp of you. Is it natural or merely accidental?
Hmm..I'll need a rest at the very minum to think about that. Crochety subject.
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