My Neigbour & HIS Music

Well it has been a while since I blogged.
My neighbour and his music are at it again.
His clock radio is waking me at 07:50 in the morning.  The radio mumbles away in MY ROOM.
16 April 2011, M.S. played his music in my room and howled along with it. (singing???)
I lost it and banged down. He shouted up for me to "Shut up."
I ran from my home and drove off. Felt like if I stayed I would have kicked down his door...
That is the second time HE has driven me from my home.
I have almost live there 23 years. Never had a neighbour like him. Before he lived in that flat blow us, it was occupied by three people, one of which was a baby. Why is one man so much louder than a family of three??????
Strange how the following Monday he turned down his music (18 April 2011). But the nest day he turned it up and it has been like that ever since. Mumbling away.
Wednesday 20 2011, at 08:27 Glen Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy was playing. If I can tell what the song is it must be too loud.

When he has friends round they slam the internal doors. We can hear them laughing and talking. This was on 30 April 2011 Saturday. They stayed 'til 01:55.

I was awake until some time after 04:30.
His radio came on at 08:00 on a Sunday morning. Must have had a golf game.
As the weeks go on his radio still come on at 07:50. Mumble...Mumble....
It is Friday 20 May 2011, he has been playing his music in the kitchen for most of the evening. can hear it in the bathroom. Too loud.
Think he has friends round. Oh shit!!

My neighbour from hell is at it again. He was playing music so loud that our living room floor was vibrating.


I knocked on his door for a minute or so but he ignored me.
Had to wait until he went out to talk to him.
Bastard turn his back on me. Until I told him I was going to write an open letter to the Chronicle newspaper.
"Open what?" is his reply as I walked away.
This bastard only cares about himself. My dad is 83 and my mother 80. We all want a quiet life so why does he bully us?
I don't want him in my home.
Just waiting for him to come home. No doubt he will slam the front door again.  right now it's 23:48.
So will he be drunk?  Newcastle 1 - 1 Bolton think he went to the match.

AS I HEAR IT.

A Noisy Neighbour: I never invited him in, but he came anyway.

I live in a 1930's upstairs flat with no sound insulation.

On Friday the 21 January my neighbour put on his music before he went out on the town.

He started in his bedroom, which is directly below mine.

All I could hear was the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of the beat, as it drifted up.

Did not go with the T.V. show I was watching.
He then moved his music to the kitchen and turned it up louder.

I went in to start cooking my evening meal, I had to walk out as it was too loud for me.

Once he left the place was peaceful and I got to cook my meal.

At 03:28 Saturday morning, the down stairs front door slammed.  My neighbour had returned.  I could hear him as he staggered down his hall.












I was still awake an hour later.
I did go to sleep eventually.  The thing is I know he can be quiet and can play his music at a level where I don't hear it.
So why can't he do it all the time.  I just don't get it.
My room is MY PERSONEL SPACE NOT HIS.
I have not played my own music in my room since the summer of 2007.

I had been listening to my music on my portable CD player, when he came and put his music on.
It drowned out mine, obliterated it.  I can no longer listen to my music for fear the it will be drowned out again.  I have CD's I have never listened to and hypnosis CD's I can't listen to as I don't want to get interrupted in the middle of.
The only place I can listen to my music is my car, that is until my radio stopped working.
I have no music in my life right now, so sad.  Miss the Monkees, Boyce & Hart.

May be I should get a hut in the garden.  A place to call my own, a place to sit and meditate.  A PLACE FILLED WITH MY MUSIC....

Shopping Trolleys & Supermarket Car Parks

Only went into the supermarket for bread.  When I came out after about five minutes, I found a trolley with its handle pressed against my passenger window.

The trolley had slipped off the raised path after it had been dumped by a customer.

The handle was at an angle so the corner of it had hit my window.  I was very lucky that the window did not break.

Some people are so LAZY they cant take a trolley over to a trolley park.
What if my window had broken?  I very much doubt that the person who left the trolley would have hung around, let alone pay for the damage.

New to blogging

Hi All,

Well here goes, what to write next.

Did try to do a blog before but never got my head around it.  May be this will work out.

This last year it has not been good. Borders U.K. the Silverlink branch was closed when all the U.K. stores went into administration.
Our store was one of those that made money. I'm still miffed that the offers to buy our store and the others that were a going concern were rejected.

The sum of the parts was worth more than the whole.

The staff were just numbers of a spreadsheet. Tossed aside, discarded, it made us feel worthless.
Lucky for my store our contracts were taken over by HMV.  So some of our staff got jobs, not all.
So I was made redundant twice within a month. [24 December 2099 and 27 January 2010]

After spending December 2009 not knowing if I had a job day by day and watching my store being dismantled. [some stores were dismantled around the staff.  Shelving removed as soon as they were cleared] My store it was the books and other stock that went.

I was one of the staff  to put the first books on the shelves in this store and tended my section for five years.  Lavishing care and attention on every book.  Making sure that each was in its place.  Being able to tell other staff and customers where books could be found, by drop [bookcase] and shelf down.

Freaked a few people by not looking at the shelf and putting my hand on the book they wanted.

I miss the people and the books.  I don't think I could look after a section now.  Not the way I did.  To put my heart into it that way.  It hurt so much to see my section in disorder, I thought that one book resting on top of the others meant my section was a mess.  To see books everywhere.  Was heartbreaking.

Time to move on.....