Here I am trying to sit quietly and think of what I really want to type when suddenly my concentration is completely destroyed by my totally inconsiderate fuckwit neighbours. At least we knew where we were with the bondage and domination primary school teacher and her slave/master (I still don't know which, or indeed whether they were switches - Oops far too much information!) this is probably because they made extensive use of ball gags etc (I have seen the evidence trust me on this)
Anyway since the bastards moved in I have not really had any peace - boiling hot, so open windows and get them yabbering away to the point of being unable to think clearly and it sounds as if they're sitting in my bathroom - and I think, like Spinal Tap, their volume controls go up to 11.
Only one thing to do as they appear to be religious - sunday morning satanic black metal practice - anyone got the guitar score for "Reign in Blood" or "Lilith Mater Infeorum"?
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