grumpyf1

“Sire, I bring thee greetings from the far lands, and a gift!” “A gift? For me? Go on, what is it then?” “Well, Sire, t’is an intricate set of small tubular pieces of metal, spun in an intricate web of fibre, with a teensy hammer in the middle.” “I see... what does it do, exactly?” “You attach it to the outside of your castle Sire, and when the wind doth blow, Sire, the hammer strikes the tubes, issuing forth a jingling noise!” “Won’t that annoy the neighbours?” “Ah.... Dammit....” I don’t want to get a reputation for being a ranty blogger, who complains about random stuff all the time in a tiresome fashion, but the problem with that is simple: I have already got that reputation, and I DO complain about stuff a lot. Hey ho – Sometimes you just have to go with what you’re good at. Unfortunately, there isn’t much demand for people with an intricate knowledge of the pop charts circa 1984, so I’ve got to blog instead. Today, I am having a go at those demonic devices, Win...