Kim Jong-un orders a well-known musician to compose a symphony in the Dear Leader’s honour. After slaving away for a month, he informs Kim that the work is complete and ready to be performed. Kim is delighted and tells the composer that he will be given the job of conducting the orchestra for the premier performance.
The performance is horrible - notes are played out of sequence, the pacing is wretched, and none of the musicians come in on time. Furious at the debacle, Kim orders the musician to die by electrocution. For his last meal, the man asks for a bowl of curried rice and lentils.
Strapped into the chair, the switch is thrown - and nothing happens. No body jerks or spasms, no smell of burning flesh - nothing. The equipment is checked and they try again. Still nothing. Fed up, Kim orders the man to be taken out and shot, but asks him, ‘How is it that a dish of curry kept you from being electrocuted?’
‘Oh, wasn’t the curry,’ says the musician. ‘I’m just a lousy conductor.’
Boru
The performance is horrible - notes are played out of sequence, the pacing is wretched, and none of the musicians come in on time. Furious at the debacle, Kim orders the musician to die by electrocution. For his last meal, the man asks for a bowl of curried rice and lentils.
Strapped into the chair, the switch is thrown - and nothing happens. No body jerks or spasms, no smell of burning flesh - nothing. The equipment is checked and they try again. Still nothing. Fed up, Kim orders the man to be taken out and shot, but asks him, ‘How is it that a dish of curry kept you from being electrocuted?’
‘Oh, wasn’t the curry,’ says the musician. ‘I’m just a lousy conductor.’
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
