Monday, February 12, 2007

Sound and fury

An excellent example on Saturday night that noise is not just about volume. It’s also about situation. For instance, shouting to make yourself heard in a crowd or when a train is rumbling past, that’s acceptable. Shouting to make yourself heard when, say, Nazis are searching the house and you and your family are essentially hiding behind a cupboard - not such a great idea.

Noises get louder the darker it is. Possibly this is because the little oiks on their farting scooters only race around my neighbourhood after dark, or possibly because when you’re lying in bed your senses strain at the sound of odd noises - especially the tell-tale rustling of a fox reading his newspaper as he takes a leisurely dump on your lawn.

However when, on Saturday night, there was a crack of thunder so loud that for a moment I actually thought I had gone to sleep in a cloud, then it was the perfect storm of noise and surprise.

It wasn’t that loudest thing I’ve ever heard, God no, that, without doubt, was the Unexpected Fart In Company, but it was close.

The next rumble was somewhere further away, almost relaxing really and I fell asleep to the sound of rain hitting the windows, formulating a plan to attach copper rods to foxes.

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