It’s 2:20 am and I’ve got my headphones in listening to Mozart’ horn concerto in E flat at a moderate volume. This is what you would could call being considerate to good neighours. Tell that to the f****** assholes next door, f****** cunts. I don’t know what s*** the letting agent leased the house to but theres something not right about whats going on.
None of my business but the landlord sure as hell doesn’t want his property used as a party house. This is week number two and I’m pissed off. Two signed for the lease presumably and I reckon 8 have moved in. Since I hit 40 I’ve become a moany grumpy b****** more so but I’ve always been a quiet person considerate to neighbors but when riled I’m a nasty mother fucker as long as I’m justified.
My other neighbour a total gent, lives on his own plays his talky talky early morning Sunday radio shows a bit loud but no big deal and I don’t want to annoy him with me going old skoool on the cunts next door. I’m older smarter and a hell of a lot more annoying than they could imagine. I’ve already told my wife they won’t be there much longer.
Know the nails up a blackboard or knife scraped on a plate noise? it doesn’t annoy me, know the sound of hammer drills? it doesn’t annoy me. I’ve got a blackboard in my kitchen and s*** loads of power tools. It’s now 2:55 am and they’re still f***** about. Enjoy your hangover cunts, I’m getting no sleep but I need to some emergency hammer drilling at precisely 8 am.
