Re: Two words
Many years ago on the long bus ride from London to Edinburgh and back I used to stare out of the window and wonder about the strange ethereal clumps of brown shiny tumbleweed that would appear on the side of the motorway.
A couple of years later I was in a car with a mate who was attempting to play Hendrix on his 8 track, as the horible cobination of white noise and mechanical crunching was clearly not the guitar genius he ripped the offending cassete out of the player and through it out of the window with a ritual "f*k*ng eight track" curse. Another clump of brown shiny tumbleweed and another mystery solved!