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mandragoraWho has moved (it is to be hoped on a strictly temporary basis) into the residential block of flats that is located on the *extremely* (one car width's wide - just) narrow road right opposite my office...
Shut the fuck up!
He has been playing his effing crappy soft-American rock all afternoon. Very, very loudly. Now he is trying to make meeting up arrangements with various other Americans. Okay, I'm guessing that they're Americans but they obviously don't know anything about London judging by how often he's having to repeat the directions. Mind you, he is mispronouncing the names of every street he mentions, so maybe they just can't understand him.
*snerk*
Every damn time his phone rings he walks across to his window and proceeds to speak *extremely loudly*. First time he walked across he was naked (luckily he has a trim physique so that wasn't *too* unpleasant *g*). Next time he had bothered to put on clothing. Including a baseball cap, Indoors. Who the fuck wears a baseball cap indoors?
Oh, right, loud American man does. Who, it is devoutly hoped will soon hie himself back to his mother country. Pronto. You know, the place where they have huge great big honking streets and therefore one can yell and play one's crappy music without disturbing the people opposite who are trying to do some damn work!
I mean, people working in offices in the City (place which has the least number of actual residents and most number of workers in the whole of London), perish the thought.
ETA: Yes, I am aware that most American visitors to these fair (ahem) shores are the soul of courtesy who wouldn't dream of subjecting oters to their taste in music for hours on end. Alas, that this man is not one of the vast majority.
Shut the fuck up!
He has been playing his effing crappy soft-American rock all afternoon. Very, very loudly. Now he is trying to make meeting up arrangements with various other Americans. Okay, I'm guessing that they're Americans but they obviously don't know anything about London judging by how often he's having to repeat the directions. Mind you, he is mispronouncing the names of every street he mentions, so maybe they just can't understand him.
*snerk*
Every damn time his phone rings he walks across to his window and proceeds to speak *extremely loudly*. First time he walked across he was naked (luckily he has a trim physique so that wasn't *too* unpleasant *g*). Next time he had bothered to put on clothing. Including a baseball cap, Indoors. Who the fuck wears a baseball cap indoors?
Oh, right, loud American man does. Who, it is devoutly hoped will soon hie himself back to his mother country. Pronto. You know, the place where they have huge great big honking streets and therefore one can yell and play one's crappy music without disturbing the people opposite who are trying to do some damn work!
I mean, people working in offices in the City (place which has the least number of actual residents and most number of workers in the whole of London), perish the thought.
ETA: Yes, I am aware that most American visitors to these fair (ahem) shores are the soul of courtesy who wouldn't dream of subjecting oters to their taste in music for hours on end. Alas, that this man is not one of the vast majority.
