Kev: 'You know that psychopath in Chorlton?'
Kaz: ..... erm ... no.
It turned out that he'd said 'Cycle path' - not 'psychopath'.
OK - So I admit I'm a bit deaf.
I blame it on Ritchie Blackmore - we shortarses always get to stand nearest to the massive speakers.
There's a great deal of concern that many MP3 users will face hearing loss at an even earlier age.
My Grandma, along with most of her generation in Lancashire, was made deaf by the ear-splitting noise of the looms in t'mill. There she is above (before I was born) taking a photograph of her lovely Scotty called (imaginatively) Jock.
I don’t really remember her until much later with immaculate white hair decorated by a Capstan Full Strength streak on the front.
Gran was a farmer's daughter and had to plough a furrow both on t'way to t'mill in the morning and on t'way back in the evening. She was very proud of her weaving skills.
It was some consolation that they had all learned to lip read in t'mill as making yourself heard above the noise was impossible.
It skipped a generation.
Mum wasn't deaf.
She just had Dance Bands ...
.. and Comptometers.