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30.11.08

Leaving town

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Come across Cyril on the street, he tells me that, since Neddy brought him here, he has been making a very good living as a musician and that everyone seems to particularly enjoy Arthur Wood’s maypole dances, particularly the one that goes:  ‘toot-te, toot-te, toot-te toot; toot-te, toot-te toot toot’, so much so, he says, they gather around every evening to hear him play it. Although I know that many people find the tune to be catchy, I think it’s very irritating and, hearing a lot of the townsfolk mindlessly whistling and humming ‘tum-te, tum-te, tum-te, tum; tum-te, tum-te tum tum’, I find Neddy and leave town as fast as I possibly can.


Professor Humperdink’s Diary