December 22nd, 2007


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It is four AM and the weekly clog dancing/cupboard moving session is in full swing upstairs but since the obnoxiously loud music is clearly based around a Christmas theme I find myself less willing than usual to fruitlessly scream things through the ceiling. That and I'm beginning to worry that they're all a bunch of mutants who don't require sleep given the lack of objections to my own weekly saturday morning tradition of getting up early and blasting badly played Guitar Hero tunes upwards into an area I'm fairly sure is the bedroom.

Oh, its Robbie Williams now, never mind, all bets are off.