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mandragora) wrote2004-07-06 06:14 pm
mandragora) wrote2004-07-06 06:14 pm
Message for loud American man
Who 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.
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Alas, I'm afraid he is, at minimum where baseball caps and the wearing thereof are concerned.
Next time he walks by naked, try catcalling or other loud noises of appreciation.
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So far he's been (disappointingly) clothed. Huh! He can't even get that right.
So I finally succumbed....
I think you should use your new digital camera on the Noisy One. Then stick his picture up on lamp-posts in the area!
NYC sounds great - I was there Easter 2001, and have very fond memories of cheesecake in Greenwich Village in the middle of the night, and running to the subway in torrential rain, plus a scarily amusing evening in a CHinese restaurant famous for it's transvestite wait-staff (Lucky Cheng's I believe).
Re: So I finally succumbed....
Still have a lot of NYC memories to write up, when I can find the energy. And, rats. Missed Lucky Cheng's (maybe next time).
Also, welcome, dearest Mauvemaz, welcome.
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Please tell me they've not made shotguns illegal yet... I lose track of all the damned gun laws...