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Since being woken, repeatedly, at still-drunk in the morning by my fiendishly irritating next-door neighbours and bitterly crying myself back to sleep’s less-than-perfect oblivion I have taken to performing my morning exercise regime (two sit-ups, two press-ups, one coughing-fit, three star-jumps and one or two gentle-sobs) whilst bellowing obscenities at the top of my lungs and (wherever possible) smashing two large copper cymbals together. That should teach those happy fuckers.