cook gja Merv went to the mature age music course at the evening school for the first time. The teacher, a dreadlocked stoner sat himself on a desk at the front of the room and tipped a bunch of flutes from a sack onto the floor. Then he invited the new students to "come and get an instrument". Disgusted, and smelling the waft of baking coming from the cooking class down the hall Merv got up and left saying, "I think I'm going to change courses, at least it smells like they know what they're doing." 100920 what's it to you? who go blather from