Telling the story passes the curse on, and whoever hears it takes on the curse. The bloke points out the small native boy he's just told the story to. But aaaaah!, he explains, the native boy is deaf.
This 'ere blog - and my notebooks - serve a similar purpose, letting me get shot of the stupider-arse rubbish clogging my head worse than ear wax. (Updates on ear wax soon; been to A&E who didn't have the right machines but prescribed olive oil...)
Anyway. This has been tinkering through my head for the last few days, as unshakeable as the Muppets' "Mahna Mahna":
"Our kestrel-man hoovering the duck."Hopefully now I can be free. Don't have nightmares.