Remember last year’s World Cup and the demon vuvuzelas? Like a million bored bees hammering on your window? My Mum used to make the same noise as a child – well, not so much child, as nineteen year old mother. When she wanted something and Nan had said ‘no’ (she was a nineteen year old mother living at home and children respected their parents in ye olden dayes), she would shuffle along behind Nan, not quite touching her, and say, Nnnnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnn-nnnnnnn-nnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnn until Nan got fed up and gave in.
But that’s beside the point. My point is, every time we sat down to watch a game, we all wanted to beat vuvuzela blowers about the head and other places with the sharp end of their instruments. Because they are the most annoying things on the planet; and I say that as the mother of two sons.
But I read a happy story today, sort of: vuvuzela noise saved three lives in Soweto. From the Johannesburg Star:
A Soweto family believe the sound of vuvuzelas blown by their neighbours saved them from death when their house caught alight. [...] Johanna Matswi, 59, said she was asleep with her daughter Thelma, 21, and her three-month-old baby at about 5am yesterday when they were awoken by the sound of blaring vuvuzelas, loud screams and the crackling sound of fire.
It wasn’t all good news: the neighbours blew the vuvuzelas because the emergency services didn’t respond. Hooray for football fans.
For another good news story, visit Mangetout today.
- Vuvuzela Noisemakers Turned Homemakers (casasugar.com)
- Annoying Use Of The Vuvuzela Throughout History: A Video Retrospective [Deadspin Presents] (deadspin.com)