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I'll Sort Out The Middle East..!
Jun. 8th, 2015 11:55 pmGot a conflict? Any conflict? I'll resolve it, without the need for decades of pointless bloodshed! You hear that? Israel and Palestine! I digress...
We live in a low block of flats, there are 27 in all, split into blocks of 9 over 3 floors, with everyone having access to the communal garden. Although, mystifyingly only around 7 people choose to do so! It's a lovely place and those that do use it, generally mingle and socialise, which is also a good thing, particularly for our catsitting, gin-swigging agoraphobic neighbour Ralph!
Anyway, one of those group who use it are a new group who are diagonally opposite us, they have a habit of having all day BBQ-parties (which is fair enough.) Only curiously they seem to do it on worknights; so far Thursday and Sunday.) As they get more pissed, as admittedly sometimes happens to all of us, they seem to lose all sense of how loud a volume you need to play music (their bass could basically cave in the skull of a cow from fifty metres!) and they insist on opening windows while doing it...
Oh and their taste in music, is absolutely fucking turd. In fact, me shitting into the toilet after a weekend of bitter and takeaway pizzas is about as tuneful.
It got to 11PM last night and the volume was rising, Toni was getting really fucked off and I'd popped over to Ralph to see what he recommended. As they had paid him off with a few burgers, he didn't want to complain! Although, while I was there round came a couple of other neighbours, redfaced Tory Andrew and NYC Debbie, who were both fuming.
It was probably lucky I was there, as they were both not calm and when Andrew was the first person to address them and he demanded they end the party there and then, I thought I best step in...
I quickly began chatting with the guy who lives in the flat, he wasn't aggressive and he was happy to shut the windows and turn it down a bit, as long as they could continue to celebrate his girlfriend's 25th birthday, which again was fair enough.
Toni reckons that the rest of the neighbours were watching from their flats, peeking like meerkats on their heels, waiting to see what would happen! I'd wager that one of those appreciatively watching me was Dunstan's girlfriend from down the corridor, she was positively beaming to me this morning, I've barely spoken to her in the past!
Toni also reckoned my actions were heroic, I'd say more 'diplomatic' but hey it's nice to have fans!
In happy happy joy joy news, AC/DC tickets for their final tour arrived today, woooop yeah!
We live in a low block of flats, there are 27 in all, split into blocks of 9 over 3 floors, with everyone having access to the communal garden. Although, mystifyingly only around 7 people choose to do so! It's a lovely place and those that do use it, generally mingle and socialise, which is also a good thing, particularly for our catsitting, gin-swigging agoraphobic neighbour Ralph!
Anyway, one of those group who use it are a new group who are diagonally opposite us, they have a habit of having all day BBQ-parties (which is fair enough.) Only curiously they seem to do it on worknights; so far Thursday and Sunday.) As they get more pissed, as admittedly sometimes happens to all of us, they seem to lose all sense of how loud a volume you need to play music (their bass could basically cave in the skull of a cow from fifty metres!) and they insist on opening windows while doing it...
Oh and their taste in music, is absolutely fucking turd. In fact, me shitting into the toilet after a weekend of bitter and takeaway pizzas is about as tuneful.
It got to 11PM last night and the volume was rising, Toni was getting really fucked off and I'd popped over to Ralph to see what he recommended. As they had paid him off with a few burgers, he didn't want to complain! Although, while I was there round came a couple of other neighbours, redfaced Tory Andrew and NYC Debbie, who were both fuming.
It was probably lucky I was there, as they were both not calm and when Andrew was the first person to address them and he demanded they end the party there and then, I thought I best step in...
I quickly began chatting with the guy who lives in the flat, he wasn't aggressive and he was happy to shut the windows and turn it down a bit, as long as they could continue to celebrate his girlfriend's 25th birthday, which again was fair enough.
Toni reckons that the rest of the neighbours were watching from their flats, peeking like meerkats on their heels, waiting to see what would happen! I'd wager that one of those appreciatively watching me was Dunstan's girlfriend from down the corridor, she was positively beaming to me this morning, I've barely spoken to her in the past!
Toni also reckoned my actions were heroic, I'd say more 'diplomatic' but hey it's nice to have fans!
In happy happy joy joy news, AC/DC tickets for their final tour arrived today, woooop yeah!
