May 1st, 2005

fat pony like thunder

A Feline Gallery, or, The Many Faces of Ju Ju

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I should add that my neighbours were so bloody noisy last night that I first tried to sleep in the spare room, and then, when the noise was so bad that the entire house seemed to be vibrating, I rang the police. Yes! I have become Old Woman [Surname], scourge of youth. And I don't care. Seriously, I could hear every word of their crappy music when I was on the other side of the house. Anyway, the police were very nice when I rang the local station at about half two - I told them it obviously wasn't an emergency, but it was insanely annoying, and that the partiers were all over the road making a rumpus (which they were). But before the police could turn up, the party suddenly stopped, with a great outpouring of faux-skanger teens all over the road, all bellowing at the tops of their voices. And then, blessed silence, and I was so knackered I fell asleep almost insantly before I could ring the station and tell them not to bother.

While lying there listening to Eminem last night, I vowed to put on incredibly loud music right next to the wall this morning to wake up the little fuckers, but they must have constitutions of iron, because when I woke up at ten, they were already being noisy next door. Not that I would have actually blasted them awake, because that's a bit petty, although I really, really would have liked to.
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i say steve, what about a spot of dinner?

I'm posting at an amazing rate this weekend (that's what happens when I'm home alone *sniffs*), so I might as well post once more, to tell those of you who love vintage English detectives to check out the Paul Temple mysteries on BBC 7. I wanted something entertaining to listen to yesterday while cleaning the bathroom (oh the romance) and so went to BBC 7's Listen Again section, and decided to check out the first part of a Paul Temple radio series from the late '50s (which can be found here, although they only keep stuff up for a week so it'll be gone tomorrow). And it was wonderful! It's on every weekday so there were five episodes up on the site, and I ended up listening to the first four parts practically in a row. I'm planning on listening to the fifth while I make my lunch, as well as checking out the last few episodes this week. It's enormous fun - Paul Temple is not only suave and sophisticated, but has an equally glamorous wife called.....Steve. Yes, Steve. Anyway, Steve is a journalist too, and they go jet setting about the place solving intriguing and complicated crimes while speaking like Laura and Alec in Brief Encounter ("I'm teddibly, teddibly happy, darling"). There are enormous revelations every fifteen minutes (cue dramatic pause or exciting, very-BBC-in-the-'50s music, which I love), and every episode ends on a cliff hanger ("I believe that the dead man was actually...."). I'm in love! And you will be too.
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