Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for May 16, 2021

With the yappers on both sides of me, I’ll take the pipes.

Thanks for that bark of uncontrollable laughter.

Bagpipes. Even better.

One can only listen to “Danny Boy” being played badly for so long.

Inevitably, we all have to pay the piper.

I’m working on finding a different way to drive them crazy each day.

He’s been responding to Phil’s William Tell Overture on the trumpet. No more barking; it’s escalating.

Well, he IS a Scottish Terrier!!!

I’d rather hear barking

Hell would be bagpipes, 24-7.

Worse…..

I guess the bag pipes are better than constant rumbling from neighbors with motorcycles, and don’t have any consideration for others! Auuuugh

yup, no barking from me… just bag piping the day away.

the neighbors just wish he’d pipe down…

There was a young Scottish boy called Angus who decided to try life in Australia. He found an apartment in a small block and settled in.

After a week or two, his mother called from Aberdeen to see how her son was doing in his new life.

‘I’m fine, ‘ Angus said. ‘But there are some really strange people living in these apartments. One woman cried all day long, another lies on her floor moaning, and there is a guy next door to me who bangs his head on the wall all the time.’

‘Well, ma laddie,’ says his mother, ‘I suggest you don’t associate with people like that.’

‘Oh,’ says Angus, ‘I don’t, Mam, I don’t. No, I just stay inside my apartment all day and night, playing my bagpipes.’

The Scottish plumbing song: O Danny Boy.

Love this!

You’d better bag it, sister!

What’s the difference between an onion and a bagpipe? No one cries when you cut up a bagpipe.

Someone thought that you were attacking the cat.

Well.. a good sign is, no spray painting on your door.. yet. But do check your answering machine, there might be some messages.

No, he’s just been throttling cats.

Ruh-roh!

LOL! And he isn’t even a Scottish Terrier – or an Irish Wolfhound…

The reason bagpipers march when they play to get away from the noise.

A neighbour practiced his bagpipes several paddocks away from our house, in a country area. Was quite pleasant at a distance. And would be great for rallying troops!

I don’t know, I haven’t heard him play. It could be better then the yapping.

Bad dog! Bad, bad dog! :-P

‘Taint nut’ing wrong with the pipes, Lassie!

I resemble that remark . . .

A graduate-school classmate was working on his dissertation in an office that was next door the the music department building. A disgruntled student, angered because the music department wouldn’t officially recognize the Highland pipes as his major, used to practice his pipe playing outside the music department, alongside my friend’s building.

Personally, I love ’em. When I can, I go to our local Highland Games and listen to the pipe-and-drum corps all day (with time outs for haggis and Irn Bru).

They complained about the drums so I switched instruments…