Nemo II
Telegraph - Pipers are curbed by safety code
Soldiers learning to play the bagpipes have been told to limit their practice sessions to only 24 minutes a day, or 15 minutes when indoors.
Pipers will also have to wear ear plugs under the new guidelines brought in by health and safety officials.
The advice, aimed at preventing soldiers from suffering hearing problems, was issued after a study by the Army Medical Directorate environmental health team.
Soldiers are also being advised to avoid combat situations since the loud noises may cause temporary ringing in their ears, making it necessary for them to shout when they speak, which is annoying to other people.
Bagpipes have played a crucial role in Scottish regiments, which have traditionally been led into battle by kilted pipers.
Davy Garrett, who played the pipes in the Army for 12 years and now runs a piping school, said: “This is just another example of the nanny state and one that I am very concerned could ruin the future of piping in Scotland.”
Bill Lark, 85, a Black Watch piper who led his comrades into action against the Japanese in 1944, said the rules were “ridiculous”.
He said: “The pipes should be played loudly. That’s how they inspire soldiers and scare the enemy.”
A spokesman for the Army in Scotland said the rules were a “prudent precaution”.
Lord, very prudent. I mean, it isn’t as thought the Scottish people have managed to do anything like continue as a culture and defend the same borders since 843. I mean, how could they have done any of that when their bagpipes can get to 111 decibels. That’s slightly louder than a pneumatic drill!
The Telegraph - The pipes fall silent
It is hardly surprising that soldiers are no longer permitted to practise the bagpipes for any length of time. Health and safety is becoming the chief purpose of the Armed Forces. Our troops may not fire loud guns too often, nor be exposed to harrowing sights.
Yet we are losing a brave and noble tradition. For hundreds of years, the skirl of the pipes has inspired our men and struck fear into our enemies.
Some pipers have carried on playing in extraordinary circumstances: George Findlater at Dargai in 1897, Daniel Laidlaw at Loos in 1915 and the Canadian James Richardson at the Somme in 1916 are among those who won the Victoria Cross for playing while injured and under heavy fire.
What these men would say about the cowardice and officiousness of the latest ruling doesn’t bear thinking about.
I guess killing the Highland Regiments the other month wasn’t enough. Soon they’ll be banning tartans and the Gaelic language, I imagine.
July 24th, 2006 at 3:55 pm
My Dad tells a story of the first time he heard a bagpipe. It was at an elementary school assembly deep in the Florida swamps in the late twenties. The fella playing them allowed the kids to believe that they would need to strain to hear the weak notes. Dad swears at least 10 kids and 2 teachers bolted.
July 24th, 2006 at 8:49 pm
Every time I hear a bagpipe I start crying. Even when I was walking along in downtown Philly a couple years ago and heard pipes, and found a piper standing outside of McCormick & Schmicks across from city hall and I stood there and got all wobbly.
July 26th, 2006 at 4:45 am
Oh for crying out loud! Bagpipes are to music what McDonalds is to food. Or Hillary Clinton to stand-up comedy. Best piper in Edinburgh was a bloke who played on George IV Bridge in Edimburgo, outside the then HQ of the new Scottish parliament. It was a hot summer, and the inmates wanted the windows open, but getting the pipes full blast from street level for eight hours a day was more than the human frame could bear. The joke was that the said inmates were precluded from asking the piper to decamp because they all worked for the Scottish Nationalist Party, and they couldn’t face the headlines that would follow their having asked a player of the national iconic (musical instrument” to move on.
Northumbrian pipes are more delicate and tuneful - they aspire to musicality.
July 26th, 2006 at 7:56 am
I love bagpipes.
July 26th, 2006 at 9:24 am
Nonsense. Obviously you lack a romantic soul.
July 26th, 2006 at 9:36 am
Well, I’m classically educated and come from Yorkshire, so where on earth would I have got a romantic soul in the first place? Why would I want one?
July 26th, 2006 at 10:19 am
So you can listen to the bagpipes, of course.
July 26th, 2006 at 3:11 pm
Okay, hold your kitty cat like this…. that’s right, under the arm. Now bite the tail.
July 26th, 2006 at 4:27 pm
Oh you’re all hopeless. But I’ll have the last laugh. I expect a whole contingent of pipers at my funeral. But then I also imagine I’ll outlive you all. Nuts.
Well I’ll have to pursue you in the afterlife with an army of them at my rear.
July 27th, 2006 at 4:03 am
That’s very good, Half! The Aussie comic Paul Hogan did some telly ads for Fosters beer here, one of which featured him looking at a piper walking past. “Decent blokes these Scots” he observed, as the pipes let out a tuneless yelp, “but it’s terrible what they do to their animals”.
So you’re not planning to listen to the Celestial Orchestra then, ninme? Not sure I want to go to Hell myself.
July 27th, 2006 at 10:01 am
Har har.
Methinks you need to work at developing your palate.
July 27th, 2006 at 2:50 pm
I will admit to being able to deal with the Great Highland Pipes as long as they are backed up by a Huge Organ.
The Flower of Scotland is especially good done this away.
July 27th, 2006 at 3:21 pm
Oh come on! Don’t you want to stand on the edge of a cliff plunging into the North Sea or a Firth somewhere with the wind whipping around you staring over the horizon with a heroic look on your face and your feet and shoulders braced against the coming future while a lone pipe plays on the wind?!
July 28th, 2006 at 3:45 am
That’s so Scottish, always making a production of things….
July 28th, 2006 at 6:59 am
Are there any trees in this scene?
July 28th, 2006 at 9:17 am
One lonely scotch pine, down in the background, off to the side a little. And an attractively arranged thistle at my feet.