It's that time of year again. Yes it's warm enough for the antisocial little fucks who live in the bins to come out and cause a noise disturbance. I mean there I am sitting peacefully in the lounge a nice glass of warm 'claret' (ahem!) and a copy of the Queen of the Damned to read and all I get is bloody disturbance from the mixture of wiggers and chavs in the bin refuge. Makes my fangs itch I tell you.
Now much as I would like to take the law into my own hands I have been advised by my legal team of Squeaky, Oldgoth and Partners that I might get into just the tinyest bit of trouble if I do anything like spraying the offenders with noxious substances, especially when the substances I have in mind are things like Tesch & Stabenow's finest (Zyklon B) although I have to admit that the nuisance caused is pushing me towards considering a final solution for people with size six legs in size twenty burberry tracksuit trousers who wear their hats back to front. So I'm left with complaining to the Housing Association (which I have done)
Anyway on a slightly brighter note the very nice people who live in the flat above me have been kind enough to let me know that there might be a bit of noise tomorrow night as they are having a party. Not that I care because I'm going to see Theatres des Vampires at the Underworld and I'm going to try to get some pix of them too. *falls into deeply embarrassing erotic reverie at thought of Sonia Scarlett*
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