Tired.
Today did not start well. Would anyone like to know what time Stephen Hawking's telly woke me up this morning? Anyone?
Tentofuckingthree.
Bastard. Bastard bastard bastardy fucking bastardy bastard.
I hammered on the wall with a shoe. I wrote a stern note expressing my displeasure. I hammered on the wall with a book. I put my dressing-gown on with the intention of stalking across the landing, tucking my note behind his doorbell and hammering on his front door. He switched his telly off, thus deflating my righteous indignation by doing exactly what I wanted him to do - shutting the fuck up.
Bastard.
And I heard Will Young's song again yesterday and I still don't get it. Is it "Hey Mona"? Is it an Adam Ant pastiche? Is it simply a bit rubbish?
Carry on.
Tentofuckingthree.
Bastard. Bastard bastard bastardy fucking bastardy bastard.
I hammered on the wall with a shoe. I wrote a stern note expressing my displeasure. I hammered on the wall with a book. I put my dressing-gown on with the intention of stalking across the landing, tucking my note behind his doorbell and hammering on his front door. He switched his telly off, thus deflating my righteous indignation by doing exactly what I wanted him to do - shutting the fuck up.
Bastard.
And I heard Will Young's song again yesterday and I still don't get it. Is it "Hey Mona"? Is it an Adam Ant pastiche? Is it simply a bit rubbish?
Carry on.
posted by surly girl at 11:09 am
21 Comments:
ooh first one, how exciting! At least in your new house you won't have stupid neighbours tv's pressed up against your bedroom wall. I suggest you cut off his electricity.
oh, well, on second thoughts, might be best not to move into my garage
i live next door to some 'musicians', who practise in their supposedly sound-proofed garage
they are very nice chaps, though - not terribly rocknroll, have all given up their jobs as librarians to make a go of it
their predecessors on the other hand were complete f*ckwits...don't get me started
sympathy!
Back to Will Young...if you've seen the accompanying video (a pastiche of Top Gun) you will know that the song is indeed rubbish !
Will Young has been invaded by the spirit of Bo Diddley.
He'll be supporting The White Stripes next.
What was your neighbour watching, do you know? Strangely I couldn't sleep at about that time, just wondering if I missed anything good.
something with car chases and sirens and guns, as per bloody usual. bastard.
sounds like it was channel five. he's obviously a lonely retard - try coaxing him out of the flat with a picture of craig david and a bag of wine gums, then hit him over the head with a vase. works EVERY time.
PS in reply to your post on my blog. - i think he had them both, but mainly because they dressed up as each other. he's still deciding
Can I have a stern note?
Pleeeeeese?
Fnarr
calm down, madam. i do stern rather well, actually. but try not to think about it, if it doesn't help.
rick - welcome. it must have been annoying for them - pretty much identical twins yet unable to do comedy twin-swapping owing to one of them looking like she had her face pressed up against a window...
My deepest sympathy sg. The thought of EVER going back to living in an apartment makes my skin crawl. I hated listening to other people all the time, talking, screwing, making dinner, watching tv, walking, etc. I absolutely hated it.
Thank god you're moving!
Will Young? It's bound to be a bit rubbish isn't it? It's not really worth any further analysis or critique I don't think. Yeah Top Gun. That was crap too.
Bit Rubbish?
Hmmm, there's definately a hook in there.
Retaliate. Place your speakers flush with the partition wall. Put something restful like Motorhead on repeat on your CD player at full volume and go to work.
That'll learn him.
Perhaps you could rent him some delightful midnight movies like, "Whale watching," or "Grass Grows."
Bet he doesn't have a TV license.
Squeal on him.
Or a bloodstained knife lodged in his door with a note describing your frustration should do the trick.
We've already concluded that the night before SG moves into our palatial new residence we will indeed crank up some Motorhead or Sabbath right next to the wall and fuck him up till the freak flips out....that'll teach him.
nicely put, my love....
I won't have anyone upsetting my girl.
I suggest playing Slade on a loop. That's enough to bring anyone to their knees and a tiny bit more subtle. *Evil laugh*
If you don't have Slade, try Leonard Cohen. Once around is a good album, twice around precludes the opening of a bottle of whiskey. Third time around induces mild panic. Forth = manic depression. Fifth = Unhingedness equal to Jack Nicholson on speed.
Sixth = slitting of wrists.
The perfect crime, no evidence is left. It's almost too easy....
i feel you should have finished that comment with a manic laugh.....mwahahahahahaha......
Sorry. I'll try harder next time I perform a dastardly deed....
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