Tall and tanned and young and lovely..

Monday evening turned out to be one of those bizarre reminders that there are, in fact, other people living in this house as well. My next door neighbours, whom I've not heard nor seen except in a few rare cases when we've happened to meet in the elevator, decided to get blind drunk and host the loudest party I've ever witnessed. And I've seen a couple of loud parties in my time.

The thing is that the said neighbours are not what you'd might first associate within the loud party demographic, not to put too fine a point on it, they are old. And a very respectable-looking couple. They own a corgi, for goodness' sake!

Anyhow, from about 7 pm to near midnight there was a lot of banging, shouting (no, they were not fighting, only trying to get themselves heard over the music) and the radio blaring so loud that no matter where I went in my apartment it still was like the ghetto blaster they must have had over there had been firmly sitting on my shoulder.

And the channel they chose to make us all listen to was no other than Groove FM. It could have been worse, it could have been schlagers all night from the Radio Suomi, or something similar. Jazz and easy listening I don't mind, though I prefer to choose myself the time I want to listen to it. At one point I was holding my head under my pillow and still singing along to Girl from Ipanema. This was the point when I think they passed out as the shouting stopped though the radio was left on. Thankfully one of them woke up enough to turn it off before I reached my breaking point and strode to bang their door stark naked and screaming.

I own my home, they can't throw me out :P




Today's music:
Rammstein: Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen?
Johnny Cash: Rusty Cage