
Let me explain.
As anyone who has had the misfortune to read my blog in the past will know, I have two gay neighbours upstairs from me. They work away from home, I work shifts, generally never the two shall meet. It's an arrangement that I feel works particularly well. They have recently purchased a new hifi, and one of them, I don't know which one, decided, yet again, to listen to 'Bleeding Love' by Leona Lewis. I'm word perfect on this song by now, and I don't even own it (for good reason).
As I work for a hifi company, there was only ever going to be one winner, and that's me.
Since around 9 o'clock, I've had our Pete doing his bit at volume levels that I just know he would approve of. This has two benefits. One, it's pissing Will & Grace off upstairs, and two, I'm loving it.
Since around 9 o'clock, I've had our Pete doing his bit at volume levels that I just know he would approve of. This has two benefits. One, it's pissing Will & Grace off upstairs, and two, I'm loving it.
The sad thing is that he probably just thinks I'm watching a lot of CSI.
I thought all gay guys had taste?
I thought all gay guys had taste?
2 comments:
Give em a blast of the Pistols max volume.
Follow up with The Ramones and then The Jam.
Finish with Joan Jett and they will move - or possibly invite you round which may be a worry....
That's a constant worry.
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