Just wanted to let you know what happened the other day:
The selection commettee I was in had just finished a 3-day long candidate-interview-marathon in Zagreb (it had nothing to do with music) and as we locked the (one and only!) door to the terrace, a tall red-faced bloke came toward the door and knocked. When we opened the door and asked him (in Croatian, of course) what he wanted, he gazed at us with a completely blank face and mumbled something. It took us a few silent seconds to discern it was actually in English so we repeated the question in English. By that time I had realised that he was holding a low Overton whistle and that a mandolin was hung from his neck so I prepped my self for Irish accent which came out of his mouth, saying, "Where's the piano player?". When we told him, to his great surprise, that there aren't any piano players here, he mumbled impatiently, "But the bass player told me to meet the piano player here." In an atmosphere of general surprise, I did recall there were some musicians downstairs (I had heard them play "Let It Be", but, hey, maybe The Beatles were actually of Irish origin) so I told him to go downstairs. But before he left the room, a member of the committee had enough sense to ask him, "Hey, how did you get onto the terrace in the first place?" And straight away did he answer, "I'm a good climber!", and hurriedly went down the stairs...
The terrace was on the third storey...
The Flying Irishman
The Flying Irishman
Just wanted to let you know what happened the other day:
The selection commettee I was in had just finished a 3-day long candidate-interview-marathon in Zagreb (it had nothing to do with music) and as we locked the (one and only!) door to the terrace, a tall red-faced bloke came toward the door and knocked. When we opened the door and asked him (in Croatian, of course) what he wanted, he gazed at us with a completely blank face and mumbled something. It took us a few silent seconds to discern it was actually in English so we repeated the question in English. By that time I had realised that he was holding a low Overton whistle and that a mandolin was hung from his neck so I prepped my self for Irish accent which came out of his mouth, saying, "Where's the piano player?". When we told him, to his great surprise, that there aren't any piano players here, he mumbled impatiently, "But the bass player told me to meet the piano player here." In an atmosphere of general surprise, I did recall there were some musicians downstairs (I had heard them play "Let It Be", but, hey, maybe The Beatles were actually of Irish origin) so I told him to go downstairs. But before he left the room, a member of the committee had enough sense to ask him, "Hey, how did you get onto the terrace in the first place?" And straight away did he answer, "I'm a good climber!", and hurriedly went down the stairs...
The terrace was on the third storey...
# Posted on April 29th 2009 by deFacto
Re: The Flying Irishman
lol
# Posted on April 29th 2009 by WobblingFiddle
Re: The Flying Irishman
Maybe you should have asked him whether or not his arms were tired from having to fly that high straight up from the ground.
# Posted on April 29th 2009 by fauxcelt
Re: The Flying Irishman
They were much more likely tired from pint-lifting
# Posted on April 29th 2009 by deFacto