A medical man has raised eyebrows in literary circles this morning, and done himself no favors whatsoever, by casually and misguidedly referring to his good self as an 'organ grinder'.
The literary doctor, who must remain nameless, labelled himself an organ grinder in an attempt to assign to himself some kind of superiority over another man, who the good doctor/organ grinder deemed 'a monkey', utilizing the age-old phrase:
"why talk to the monkey, when you can talk to the organ grinder?"
According to a Dutch Barrel Organ expert, however, this was not a very smart move. Jonas Schlep, originally from Amsterdam but now living in Whitechapel, London, not far from Billingsgate Fish Market, said:
"An organ grinder was a person who terrifically bored those who were within earshot of him. He cranked out the same tune over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, until he was chased away, or he dropped dead. This shows that the good doctor is thinking of himself as something of a bore, and an annoyance, and someone who habitually repeats himself, or his material, a cataclysmic number of times, relentlessly, remorselessly, until it's time to crawl back into bed."
