Posts Tagged ‘Neighbours’

Mu On Mo #50 – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

December 10, 2012

With a certain chance of us all dying a horrible death some time during this apocalyptic year, it’s better to focus elsewhere.

& to soothe the soul, what’s better than a few tunes ?

Here’s some Music On Monday…

Sometime ago, I was on this train.

& there, sitting in front of me, was another person.

Who asked me a question.

“What topics will your blog deal with in the new year ?”

The answer to that, of course, is… none.


Buuuttttt, if I had to guess I suppose there would’ve been more.

Yes, both more of the same & more new stuff too.

Perhaps even Lou Ferrigno pics.

Still amazes me so many people (all looking for his pics) end up here where there are none to find.

I wonder, could they all be a lil’ …you-know-what ??? O_O

Hm, that reminds me of a fun song which got the following comment on YouTube…

“Great, and sadly overlooked song, from the Seventies….Very clever…What would the neighbors think?? Great line…”

2 guys doing stuff together.

What WOULD the neighbours think ?

Enjoy, you know you want to…

Fixing him a drink, that was Jim Stafford – My Girl Bill.

See you another time for more Music On Monday ?

…that’s if we’re still around.


Incompetence… Thy Name Is John Law

August 19, 2009

For some time now, my lovely neighbours have been doing… it.

Yes, IT.

Oh not everyday but certainly loud enough that everyone who lives nearby must’ve woken up to their “workouts” at least… oh, I don’t know… every time IT happens.

I type “woken up” because they always do IT around 4.

04:00 AM that is.

Just around the time when you’re supposed to be well on your way to Dreamland, these… sounds begin to emerge from their bedroom & you realize it is no nightmare but reality.

@ 1st, long ago, I thought a woman was being hurt.

Hurt BAD.

Seriously, it did not sound good.

Soon however, it became quite apparent that the cries of agony were actually something entirely different.

Anyway, 14 sleepless months later last night, after their latest exchange of bodily fluids, I had had enough !

Yes, I had reached my limit & realized that I had to do something about this matter.

It was time for action !

I decided I was going to call… the cops !

So, the following day (yes, during daytime) I phoned them up & told this officer that my neighbours had been making loud noises late at night.

The officer’s reply you ask ?

Is this happening now ?


Unable to ignore the idiocy of the remark I somehow still managed a calm “No, it’s daytime now“.

Then came the dreaded question.

What kind of noises are they making ?

So, I had no choice but to name IT.

Now, that was pretty awful but then came the officer’s reply…

Oh, but sex isn’t forbidden.

You know, it’s funny that just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse… it suddenly does.

But wait, there’s more…

A little later I had to endure “Is it the boinking of their bed or sexual voices ?

@ this point I laughed out loud & asked the officer if he was being serious.

He was.

So, I went with option #2 & got told that they’d send someone over to talk to them… sometime.

Yeah, I sure showed those fucking neighbours of mine !