Thanks to some cluster of arseholes having an all-night party, I haven't had much sleep so I'm in a foul mood. Had I been able to localise the source of the noise, I would have rung the police. Not something I normally do, but in this case I would have been happy to give them a call. And I'm sure they would have been absolutely delighted to get a request to attend a noisy party in Footscray on Saturday night. No doubt they would have otherwise been sitting around playing cards and drinking tea, waiting for someone to point them in the direction of a spot of villainy*.
Anyway, I couldn't work out where the sound was coming from other than the next street. (We're not talking about a little over-exuberance. This was serious noise pollution. The. Next. Bloody. Street.) I stuffed ear plugs into my ears (the most effective place to put them, I find) and put a pillow over my head (hoping either to suffocate or block out the racket, I wasn't fussy) and eventually fell asleep some time after 3 am.
And then I woke at 8.30 am when they switched up the music again.
Did I mention I was in a foul mood?
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* Not.
