Someone in the appartment next door to us has taken up the trumpet.
He can play Mary had a little lamb.
A lot.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I think I've died and gone to hell
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6 Comments:
My sympathies. My little brother learnt trumpet in primary school; luckily he got sick of it fairly quickly.
I know someone who practices trumpet at 5am while his flatmate is asleep. He uses a mute. You could suggest to your neighbour that this might be a good survival strategy.
Alternatively, you could ask him/her if they know how to play Far Away.
An oldie but a goodie. ;-)
I'm sorry, very mean of me...but I find this very funny.
Good plan, Grace. Both of them :)
Thank you for your sympathy, clair :S
And Lucy -- my little brother played the drums. I always thought that was the worst possible choice (for those around him), but now I've heard a lot of trumpet, I'm starting to wonder...
You could always take up the oboe or French horn in retaliation. . . Both those are wretched instruments in the hands of beginners. :)
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