I was visiting Amsterdam’s Torture Museum the other day – as you do, when it’s raining and you’ve reached saturation point with sex, drugs and the little men selling tulips and asking for money to take your photo – when a fiendish little device caught my attention. It was called the Flute of Shame, a medieval instrument of torture used for the express purpose of punishing bad musicians.
The contraption, which does indeed look like a flute, although you really wouldn’t want to try and play it, was hung around the neck of an offender whose fingers would be stuck through the flute, rendering the offending muso unable to play. As if this wasn’t enough punishment for the heinous crime of performing an earlobe-bashing melody or – equally punishable – “offending public morals'” the ‘orrible little miscreant would also be forced to parade around the streets, where he or she would receive a pelting of rotten fruit and the kind of verbal humiliation with which James Blunt is familiar.
Hmmm. Might be useful …?
Anyone want to put their nominees up here? (Me? I’m gonna remain silent on the issue. Must. Be. Cautious.)