We continue our historical series of "Tragic Accidents involving Brass Bands and Horn Instruments". This week, a postcard in the archives of
Bristol, Connecticut.
"A bus which was used to transport the Bristol Brass Band, crashed through the railing on Riverside Avenue. The hood of the bus is in the Pequabuck River. The gas plant of the Bristol & Plainville Tramway Company can be seen on the right. The Down Street Bridge is visible on the left in the rear of the picture."
Clearly that upstream gas plant contributed to a powerful morphogenic field to attract or even compel the bus ineluctably into the mire of the river-bed. Let the Whackyweedia explain the
Pequabuck River's unhygienic nature:
The river's lower drainage basin consists of industrial and urban areas, effluents from these areas pollute the river's water
"What are you on about?" Another Kiwi vouchsafed.
"Where there's muck there's brass," I explained.
7 comments:
'E oop, lad. There's trooble at 'mill. Tha'st best be oop tha', reet smart, anall.
In the ideal world this post would have been illustrated by Bill Tidy.
Great FSM, S.C.
I had no idea.
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Cripes, Smut! Now you've let the Smilodon out of the bag, and we'll have to do something about it. I suspect that people will get suspicious of the trail of bodies, all horribly trampled to death by clog-wearing marsupials (or possibly kiwis), and all within a keystroke of the Old Entomologist. Dan Brown will write another terrible novel about it.
Expect an increased quota of reprinted Grimbledon Down strips.
That's one hell of a postcard: "Wish you were here, stuck in the filthy river."
I still think that the best Tidy 'toon that I remember was the one with a bloke, naked but for soccer shin pads being told by his wife, in the adjacent bed: " You've been sold a pup, Eric. Those things aren't contraceptives."
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