Just a quickie (oo-er) and apologies for missing last night. I was off to see Hayseed Dixie again with Chris, Sharon and her dad and they started way later than they did at Leeds last week. I just crashed out when I got home.
I did, however, take about 100 photos which I’ll post on my gallery space when I get time.
Update on the shithead next door. Before I left to go out last night, he was having another of his parties. This involved stupidly loud music (louder the usual bass thuds), him and his mates smoking dope in the back garden in front of a child in a pushchairand his other half screaming at him to turn the stereo down and him refusing.
So I rang the letting agency he’s renting from this morning, who’ve agreed to send him a final warning letter. And – even worse – they’re telling his mummy on him.
Yes, you read that right. The little ******’s got his mum down as the guarantor on the lease, so they’re duty-bound to inform her. They already told her about the problem the other week and apparently she’s a really nice lady who was most upset at her son’s actions. She must be bloody upset with how he’s turned out if she’s that nice.
Anyway, the letter does state that he’s twice breached his rental agreement. The next time they’ll serve notice and he’ll be out of there. In addition, I mailed off the 2-week “noise diary” to the council so they have a formal, written record of the problem, though not including last night’s party.
Simple rules for all you chavs out there who think you’re so ******* great cos you’ve got a house of your own that mummy set you up with:
Don’t **** with me.
Don’t **** with my friends.
Don’t **** with my family.
And don’t even think of ******* with my cat.
Finally got to sleep at about 1:30am after you dropped me off. Them I was up at 6 to get ready for work and to take Anna-Louise to nursery. I was soooooooo close to pulling a sick day and going back to bed, but I’m a good honest boy and wouldn’t so anything like that 🙂
I’d go to see them again but I will have to remember that I’m not practiced at getting by on 4.5 hours sleep. Either that or I’m just getting old 🙂
Now rat boy is on his final warning, why don’t you take the day off work and wait for him to get up. I’m sure it won’t take too long for him to piss you off. That way you can put the call in and have it done and dusted ready for the post mad to deliver the news to him the very next day.
C
He had a night off last night. The volume/bass was actually slightly lower than usual, but constant up until almost 1am. Thing is, he won’t have had the letter by last night so I let it slide. It’s in my little diary, though.
And yes, you are getting old. You must be because I am and you’re a couple of months older than me and it wouldn’t be fair if you weren’t getting creaky.
The really annoying thing is that I can’t stop whistling ‘Poop in a Jar’
I’m not sure how I’ll answer if I get the question “what is that tune you are whistling?” 🙂
Ok I’ll let you off giving him a chance, but I can guess that the second you get home after you know the post man has been, you’ll be sitting there in silence begging him to make the slightest bit of noise.
That’s a heartwarming tale. The only thing that will top it is when the little **** gets kicked out in the gutter, and deposited face-down in a huge dog turd by a couple of strapping coppers.
Yay – I’m off to see them on Saturday as a birthday treat (twelfty years old dontcha know)
& here’s to **** boy coming to a sticky end (heh heh) in the very near future…
Anono-Fishy – that happened with the *last* neighbours… And I missed the bit where the fuzz turned up, dammit. Would have loved to have seen that.
JJ – happy-birthday-in-advance and all that. They’ve just announced *more* dates including Newcastle and Nottingham. Hmm.
Way to go Anon!
Hayseed Dixie are playing in Stoke tonight, tickets are like rocking horse ****. I tried all over to get a couple but with no luck…
Nice to see the new neighbour is being dealt with.. Only slightly less satisfying than going round all balaclavad up to have a ‘word’ with him…
SFG