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MINE IS AN EXCITING LIFE. As you might recall, especially if you follow me on twitter, about a year ago a guy in a metal band moved in next door and swiftly made enemies of the entire street as he has no understanding of neither appropriate volume nor the whole bloody concept of terraced houses. I hated him especially hard because their ~practice room~ is in the attic i.e. right next to my fortress of solitude.
Tonight, things reached a thoroughly dramatic head when my dad and a neighbour were banging on their door so hard, trying to make it audible over the music levels, the glass broke. Thus someone's girlfriend who had somehow managed to sleep through the metal and the progressively louder door-knockings woke up and freaked out, thinking someone was breaking in. Band Mate Lodger, aka my arch nemesis*, was all OMG U DID THAT ON PURPOSE and OMG IMMA GET THE POLICE INVOLVED whilst my dad calmly went ಠ_ಠ until band conceded that their music was too loud, their music has a history of being too loud and it was certainly too loud for them to hear the door. Whilst I eavesdropped from my bedroom window overlooking the street.
Who knows what will happen next?! It's almost better than Corrie, except for how Corrie has never interrupted my sleep.
*when John says people don't have nemeses in real life, it is just because he has never lived next to an inconsiderate metal band.
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So unrelatedly, but this is the closest post to hand, I just remembered last night I had a really dramatic, thrilling dream that climaxed with Benedict Cumberbatch throwing a knitted toy squirrel into the ocean in slow motion. idek.
Tonight, things reached a thoroughly dramatic head when my dad and a neighbour were banging on their door so hard, trying to make it audible over the music levels, the glass broke. Thus someone's girlfriend who had somehow managed to sleep through the metal and the progressively louder door-knockings woke up and freaked out, thinking someone was breaking in. Band Mate Lodger, aka my arch nemesis*, was all OMG U DID THAT ON PURPOSE and OMG IMMA GET THE POLICE INVOLVED whilst my dad calmly went ಠ_ಠ until band conceded that their music was too loud, their music has a history of being too loud and it was certainly too loud for them to hear the door. Whilst I eavesdropped from my bedroom window overlooking the street.
Who knows what will happen next?! It's almost better than Corrie, except for how Corrie has never interrupted my sleep.
*when John says people don't have nemeses in real life, it is just because he has never lived next to an inconsiderate metal band.
*
So unrelatedly, but this is the closest post to hand, I just remembered last night I had a really dramatic, thrilling dream that climaxed with Benedict Cumberbatch throwing a knitted toy squirrel into the ocean in slow motion. idek.