I am a bad boy. I did some DIY this afternoon (huge thanks to Steve for his help) and around halfway through the 2 hours’ slog, arsefuck had his stereo whacked up to near Disaster Area volumes.
Fine, I thought, we’ve been hammering away since midday. I’m not going to whinge now.
Come 2:00 and the job was done. So I popped next door. Being polite at first (as I always am – I only lose my rag if polite doesn’t work), I first of all apologised for the banging but said that I was all done and could they knock the volume down a bit now.
I then got a tongue-lashing for waking “him” up after he worked late last night.
I am ashamed because I kept my tempter. Instead of doing what I should have done, I pointed out – again, politely – that they should have knocked on the door and I’d have done the work at another time. I even stressed that they should please do this next time. After all, if they know they can whinge at me it makes it look less of a one-way street.
What I really ought to have done was laugh, say “good” and pointed out that it made up for him and his squealing friend waking me up at 2:45am on Wednesday.
Thank **** I’m off out to watch the match in an hour. I’m rapidly running out of patience with the selfish, insolent, rude little cocksucker.
Sorry, that one was me, new internet connection and it hasnt remember stuff from before sorry!
I forgive the missing details, but your command of the apostrophe is punishable by a severe spanking. See me in my chambers after court.
It could be worse you could have a group of chav’s living over the road who i swear are selling something!! One of them has a freaking horse and cart and is all steptoe and sun like…but i suppose they’re fairly quiet so i should be grateful
that’s redundant on friday – curse this keyboard tourettes
Damo – no point in getting into any trouble. Just knack his stereo. Hell, I’d settle for just twatting the bass speaker. Or fusing the bass control knob so it won’t go about “gentle hum”.
well, I am now officially unemployed (redundant on driday) – I could come round, give him a beating and then scarper. nobody knows me in Bradford (or anywhere else for that matter).
anyway – off to pub to catch second half – come on the toon.