"Staying recently in a South Yorkshire town called Rotherham—described in one guidebook as “murky,” an inadequate word for the place—I was interested to read in the local newspaper how the proprietors of some stores are preventing hooligans from gathering outside to intimidate and rob customers. They play Bach over loudspeakers, and this disperses the youths in short order; they flee the way Count Dracula fled before holy water, garlic flowers, and crucifixes."
Heh! Take that!
And now for some Unspoiled Beauty.
And I will just leave the final word to Capucine....if she can say it right, that is:
Tongue twister from Capucha on Vimeo.