Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Boombah, Boombah, Boombah

A car goes past on the Maidstone Road with its in-car entertainment system going at full blast. The road is about three stone's throws away from the house and all I can hear is the thumping of the bass- which sounds so exactly like the big drum of a marching band that for a moment I'm fooled and the part of my mind that works in pictures conjures up a march past of bandsmen in scarlet jackets and shakos. A split second later the part of my mind that does logic chimes in and says, "Don't be silly, they'd not last five minutes on the Maidstone Road with the traffic the way it is."
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