Anyone familiar with Husker Du’s post 1983 recordings will be familiar with their snare drum sound. It makes you blink, like being poked in both eyes simultaneously.
To anyone ‘scotch’, the mispronunciation of the word ‘loch’ into ‘lock’ ranks even higher on sheer irritability.
Youve got to wonder how the people who enquire as to “way t, lock lomond” would have fared in their grandparents shoes, trying to make good their escape from Colditz or parachuting behind Nazi lines with an “Acktoong” or a “Hand Hock”.
Not bloody far, I’ll wager.
Can it be too difficult to make a guttural aaachhh sound, like someone’s spat in your pint of ale?