TUESDAY, MAY
1 2007
a story...
by
mike
today is my rdo for working last saturday. i've had breakfast, watched 2 eps of lost, gone for a run and workout on the foreshore and i just though what better time to finally get around to adding an update. hi - it's been a while.
and for no good reason apart from my lack of anything of substance to write. i feel like i've been lacking inspiration, stuck in a void of constant sameness, waltzing through the past few weeks without much change. but after thinking about this for a minute i realised that's complete shit and to just write something already.
there are a few things chaning. i'm running and working out more and more which is great - feeling a hell of a lot healthier for it. i'm getting ready to move house in about 3 weeks time - haven't really started packing anything yet, it will probably be a last minute dash of throwing all of my worldly posessions into a sack and attaching it to the back of my mini before hauling the lot back to my mother's place (hi ma, i know you're reading this :P ). i'll be looking after my sisters place (and cat) for about 6 weeks whilst her husband plays around on some mountain and she flys off to the east and the US.
my little car is all fixed and terrorising my neighbours as usual (for such a small car it does make a hell of a lot of noise). i just realised that i never eleborated on the story of my crazy neighbour...so here goes:
a few weeks back i had a party to celebrate andy's departure from this wonderful city as he made tracks for the rarely sunny but always fun times in london. i've been living at my current flat in burswood for about 10 months, have held probably six to eight parties in that time with roughly the same amount of people each time (ten to twenty-ish). this party was no different - there were about 25 of us out in the courtyard by around 9pm, the stereo was on to what seemed a reasonable level (the house is 3 storeys and you couldn't hear the music from the third floor). then at just around 9.15 my guests and i were a little startled.
a woman in her early 50s walked into my house (opened the closed front door and just strolled on in), stormed down the stairs to the ground level (where we were) screaming like a sailor that'd been at sea too long. without offending too many people, her rant went something like "EXCUSE ME!? EXCUSSSSSSSSSSE ME??!!!! WOULD YOU TURN THAT FUCKING MUSIC DOWN! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! TURN THAT FUCKING MUSIC OFF!"
obviously a little taken back (and slightly intoxicated) i walked up to her and asked her as nicely as possible what the hell she thought she was doing, and told her i'd turn the (already pretty quiet) music down a little. to which she said "WELL YOU FUCKING BETTER CAUSE I'LL BE COMPLAING IF I HEAR ANY MORE NOISE".
now, just to make sure you understand - we were having a party, at our own house, at 9.15pm on a friday night. nothing too unusual you would think, right? she had stormed into my house - trepassed - and started abusing us. it was honestly kind of amusing at first. we all had a bit of a laugh, called her a crazy woman, joked about how she was just pissed we didn't invite her over or that she was hopped up on jack daniels and goof balls, and went back to enjoying the evening.
during the course of the night my direct next door neighbout came home, so i told him what was going on - and his response was pretty much "you guys have been here for ages and i've never heard a thing during any of your parties, don't worry about it".
then about half an hour later, the door bell started ringing. so i go upstairs excepting a couple more guests, but no - it's crazy neighbour wearing what can only be described as the worst moo-moo ever made and the biggest sourpuss i've ever seen - hands on hips, face all tight and pissed off - standing there ready with another stream of abuse for me to turn the music down. i'd had a couple more beers by this stage and wasn't really in any mood for her shit, so i threw in my two cents about trespassing, private property, the fact it was 10pm on a weekend etc etc and she buggered off...but of course that wasn't the end of it. no, she came back again, this time ranting about if i don't turn the music off (which by this stage, and i', not exagerating, you could barely hear from our own backyard) then she'd call the cops. to which i yelled FINE! call the fucking cops, i'd like to have a word to them myself about you - and slammed the door in her face.
obviously a little wound up and slightly more drunk than before, i was pretty pissed off by this stage. this woman had pretty much ruined the going away party we'd planned for andy, and i wasn't happy. so being in the confruntation mood that i was, i stormed out my front door (with about 5 people behind me) and knocked on her door. i wanted to know what this music she was complaining about was, becase i couldn't hear anything from my house, and her place is two doors down. she pretty much refused to let me in to hear the noise yelled a bit more and went inside. we're still not sure, but she seemed drugged or drunk or something, the womand was a little crazy.
when i first knocked on her door, kings grabbed his phone and started videoing the argument (which i'll have to get online some time) - it'd pretty funny to watch, i start walking away the run back in the shot arms wailing around all pissed off any angry, it's hillarious.
anyway - after that the night got a little more quite, and it was then that we realised that what she was probably hearing was the sound of the bass carrying from the ruby room (the club at the casino about 600m from our houses), which you can hear every weekend (if only faintly). i haven't see or spoken to her since then, but we're having a leaving party in a couple of weeks so you never know, there might be a reprise of the hillarity in early may.
it's now time for lunch - i'll be at the wembley tonight from about 6pm if anyone's keen, but until then...
- mike
this is a re-post from my myspace blog
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