Beatles in my cellar
I'll admit my hearing is not the best, and when the noise first started, I thought it was the pipes. It was a booming rumble, with a constant high pitched squeal. I tried to ignore it, but it seemed to re-occur everyday around lunch-time. This was driving me batty. I started poking round the house, trying to find what it was. It was certainly worse downstairs, and I guessed i'd probably be able to hear it on the street. So I asked some of the teenagers standing in a queue outside my house if they could hear it. 'Yess!!! We love it !!! Woooo!!!!!' They weren't very helpful. I popped back inside for a cup of tea, and there I wondered - why are dozens of teenagers standing in a queue outside my house? I got my coat. I followed the queue, hundreds of them, youngsters girls, boys - all in line, heading for: my cellar door! A burly gentleman at the door halted me. 'I'm sorry sir, there is queue, it'll be 3'6' when you r...