What is it with Sundays and folks trying to build a loft conversion with a load of old pallets and a sledge hammer..Fuck me if some twat near Barnze Towers has been hammering away for over two hours now,Disturbing my quiet time with his piss poor attempt at home improvement. Just pick up the yellow pages and call a builder for fucks sake!!!Ya cheap cunt!
A day of doing nowt is on the cards today,now that the hammering has stopped and things are quiet again apart from a local kid called Clorett who is crying again as she always does if she don’t get her way,things are back to normal Sunday mode.
What happened to those quiet Sundays when you could sit in the garden and listen to the birds singing with the village church bells ringing in the distance eh? A thing of the past now we have scrotes buzzing about on mini bikes off their crusts on drugs,and over weight chavvie mothers in ill fitting tracksuits shouting their brood in with a voice that would rip paint off a wall ! Just five rounds and a snipers rifle would restore peace.
I’m off to lie in a darkened room with my thoughts of chainsaws and baseball bats.
Am tellin me mam 
May 20, 2007 at 8:58 pm |
Deepest sympathies. We get hammering, noisy mopeds, next doors Sikh yelling in punjabi? at the top of his voice and the local druggie f-ing his way up and down the street. Paradise lost.
May 21, 2007 at 10:50 am |
Seems we are lucky with just a few noisy fuckers around us eh? In space no one can hear the mini bike.
May 22, 2007 at 3:33 am |
It’s usually very peaceful around here – except when I need to get sleep, and then you can guarantee someone will be mowing their lawn, or rebuilding their garden. Once sleep’s out of the way, normal peaceful service is resumed.
Sod’s law, I believe, is what it is called.
May 22, 2007 at 10:14 am |
If it’s sod’s law then Sod’s law school aint far from me mate!