[LazyScot]

The menagerie filled into the Mayor's private office--an office that screamed (something my migrane could do without) your tax dollars used to his personal benefit--and settled down, but just before the Major could speak, I pre-emptively interrupted.

"I want to speak to the organ grinder, not the monkey," I said, realising that that was a very, very, very bad idiom to use at that point on so many different levels, not least since it could very well turn out not to be an idiom after all (and my organs had had quiet enough grinding already for one day, thank you very much).