first the dealer over the road flings his door open and inflicts his (lack of) musical taste on the whole street, then next door decided to hold a balcony party complete with screams and talking over each other (OK that was not too annoying) and finally - it's dirty beer day. The concept of popping into the local on your way home from work in your dirty clothes. With karaoke knobs on. And dullards smoking under the windows of our house due to the anti smoking laws. I really don't mind hearing people enjoy themselves, but it's 5 to midnight and the house is actually vibrating from the bass frequency. We had a nice note through the door earlier, saying that there would be a party in the bar on Saturday, with live music until 1am; no mention was made of people howling throuhg the PA like wounded wolves on a friday? The bar is 2 doors away.
In all fairness, there has been no Police presence this evening, nor ambulances required; no screaming domestics, no vomiting (yet). I did make the neighbours who live above Mr Dealer laugh, by standing at the window childishly flicking the Vs at him and his dopey friends, then miming loading a large shotgun and firing it at them all.. I am going to research how to get people like that to move away. It was a lovely bakery, but two months after we moved in it closed down, and last year the shop was converted into two studio apartments; I think the other one is occupied by someone on witness protection as he is invisible, even when Fat Boy Slim was stuffing his ex girlfriend into the boot of a taxi he didn't show his face.
So, in a nutshell; I don't mind people enjoying themselves or having a drunken evening. I do object to having someone else's musical taste shoved down my lug holes at all hours. I might go to the bar tomorrow night, and tell the drunken flodders that Fat Boy Slim the dealer just called them all horrible names and offered to twat them all, then go and tell him the racist lot in the bar called him a big foreign pansy, then retire to my upstairs window to watch the carnage. I am just a big softy really.
And it isn't even summer yet.
In all fairness, there has been no Police presence this evening, nor ambulances required; no screaming domestics, no vomiting (yet). I did make the neighbours who live above Mr Dealer laugh, by standing at the window childishly flicking the Vs at him and his dopey friends, then miming loading a large shotgun and firing it at them all.. I am going to research how to get people like that to move away. It was a lovely bakery, but two months after we moved in it closed down, and last year the shop was converted into two studio apartments; I think the other one is occupied by someone on witness protection as he is invisible, even when Fat Boy Slim was stuffing his ex girlfriend into the boot of a taxi he didn't show his face.
So, in a nutshell; I don't mind people enjoying themselves or having a drunken evening. I do object to having someone else's musical taste shoved down my lug holes at all hours. I might go to the bar tomorrow night, and tell the drunken flodders that Fat Boy Slim the dealer just called them all horrible names and offered to twat them all, then go and tell him the racist lot in the bar called him a big foreign pansy, then retire to my upstairs window to watch the carnage. I am just a big softy really.
And it isn't even summer yet.
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