I recall the 'jogger'.
Anyone who knows the Old Court House in St Aubin knows 'The jogger'. You could hear him approaching from some distance, sometimes the staccato thumpity-thumpity of some German hardcore techno, other times the gentle melodies of 1970s folk music even the occasional synth based Eurovision masterpiece gently wafting across the bay demonstrating at first hand the Doppler effect to the gathered drinkers out on the decking as he came closer and closer before trotting at pace down the breakwater and then completing the return journey for his second pass as the mass of socialising Friday night workers cheered whilst the speakers he held in EACH HAND IN LIEU OF HEADPHONES glinted in the moonlight their distorted full volume vibrations ringing out whilst the bells and painters clanked in the harbour. Like a Halleys comet but with its own soundtrack.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Mon 1 Oct 2012, 22:52, Reply)