bars and bars and bars…
reminds me of the pit percussionist who had rests and rests and rests on his sheet. So much that he briefly nodded off and when he came to he lost his place but thought it must be about now. So he grabbed a beater and struck the adjacent gong with a massive reverberating sound. Which stopped the whole orchestra.
He turned round, bowed to the audience and announced ‘Dinner is Served’ in sonorous tones.
sorry, carry on the discussion.