Fancy hanging about in an abattoir and pulling 9 metres (30 feet) of warm
intestines from a barely expired sheep? Hard to resist, isn't it?
It gets
better, though. How about separating the hot guts from the fat and then kneading
the offal to milk out the stinking sheep excrement? I know, it's too good to be
true. You will also have to soak the guts in cold water for a while, strip and
crush them, fumigate them (with the added delight of the horrid stench of
burning sulphur) and then twist them into strings. It's not all fun, however –
you only get to do it for 12 hours at a time!
Working at the lower end of the
music industry, away from all the glitz and glamour of the composers and
performers, you may think that you will be forgotten and your work will go
unnoticed in the history books. And you would, of course, be right.
But then
again, who needs fame and fortune when a fresh carcass is waiting for you on the
work bench, full of hot and steamy guts? Surely job satisfaction is more
important? Stradivarius may build a fine fiddle, but it wouldn't make a squeak
without your gut-wrenching prowess.
Thank goodness for the new low on the totem pole, it just requires you to ask if "you want fries with that?"
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