I know where mine came from (a Christmas cracker). So far it goes most places with me where I think I might be allowed to join in. ("I took my kazoo to a party but nobody asked me to play" as the old song might have said!).So far it's come back- no-one has knocked it down my throat! Don't knock it, for those of us who can't play anything else it is a godsend- and has the added benefit in my case of preventing me from singing or (even worse) whistling. A steel comb and the old fashioned shiny lavatory paper used to be OK, but that new soft stuff.... I too love Jesse Fuller, Red McKenzie, Tony Hall of the Spinners etc.