Buzz in when you know

Graeme was telling Matt and myself a story this morning at work, about rain and a bridge "over the by" back in bonnie Scotland that had a tendancy to flood when it rained.

A minute into his diatribe, he made an audible bzzzzz and tried to continue the gripping tale. I stopped him and asked the tiny crowd if they'd heard it, Graeme hadn't but Matt cracked up and said that he had and wondered what the hell it was.

We rationalised that the numbskulls had buzzed in and curtailed the as yet untold boring story from the Scot, saving us all from a wasted life.

This would be handy, I mean, imagine, every time you tried to communicate a crap anecdote or naff blog the numbskulls would just...

bzzzzzz

What was I saying?