Wednesday, November 16, 2005


Today did not start well. Would anyone like to know what time Stephen Hawking's telly woke me up this morning? Anyone?


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.


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.


Blogger zanna chimed in with...

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.

16 November, 2005 11:24  
Blogger Urban Chick chimed in with...

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


16 November, 2005 11:33  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

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 !

16 November, 2005 11:36  
Blogger Geoff chimed in with...

Will Young has been invaded by the spirit of Bo Diddley.

He'll be supporting The White Stripes next.

16 November, 2005 11:51  
Blogger Wyndham chimed in with...

What was your neighbour watching, do you know? Strangely I couldn't sleep at about that time, just wondering if I missed anything good.

16 November, 2005 12:18  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

something with car chases and sirens and guns, as per bloody usual. bastard.

16 November, 2005 13:16  
Blogger Fifi chimed in with...

Hopefully this morning's Hawking episode will dispell all your fears about moving far, far away!

PS. Craig David's new (rubbish) song sounds like 'The Caravan of Love'.

16 November, 2005 13:26  
Blogger RickB chimed in with...

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

16 November, 2005 13:53  
Blogger funny thing chimed in with...

Can I have a stern note?



16 November, 2005 14:40  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

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...

16 November, 2005 14:45  
Blogger Kyahgirl chimed in with...

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!

16 November, 2005 15:12  
Blogger Sniffy chimed in with...

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.

16 November, 2005 19:14  
Blogger bedshaped chimed in with...

Bit Rubbish?
Hmmm, there's definately a hook in there.

16 November, 2005 21:32  
Blogger garfer chimed in with...

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.

16 November, 2005 22:30  
Blogger Whinger chimed in with...

Perhaps you could rent him some delightful midnight movies like, "Whale watching," or "Grass Grows."

16 November, 2005 23:33  
Blogger S.I.D. chimed in with...

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.

17 November, 2005 00:13  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

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.

17 November, 2005 08:58  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

nicely put, my love....

17 November, 2005 09:07  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

I won't have anyone upsetting my girl.

17 November, 2005 09:29  
Blogger funny thing chimed in with...

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....

17 November, 2005 09:33  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

i feel you should have finished that comment with a manic laugh.....mwahahahahahaha......

17 November, 2005 09:34  
Blogger funny thing chimed in with...

Sorry. I'll try harder next time I perform a dastardly deed....

17 November, 2005 22:04  

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