I've changed my mind, the phantom noises have returned to haunt the evening, I'm now convinced that it is not a flatulent elephant but instead an elephant being deeply and permanently traumatised by being forced to have a high colonic irrigation, nothing else - and I include the bizarre and sinister experiments of the completely insane Herr Doktor von Squeakenstein in this - could possibly create such a cacophony.
Not even when we had that business of Heisenberg's cat in the fridge did we have such a terrible din. Well there's only one way to respond to this - I'm gonna start learning some black metal guitar riffs and practicing them loud - Marduk's greatest hits anyone?
ps who needs a Gibson when you've got access to a Jackson?
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