BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess,

I do not like the new students Miranda has installed in the downstairs flat. I decided this at 3am.

I liked the previous students. Sure, they sometimes had wild parties that went to the early hours, but they also gave us their phone number so we could ask them to turn it down. But we never did, because they showed us consideration.

The new students, not so much. Plus, their musical taste is shit. I mean, the last students liked that boring R&B auto-tuned crap, but I could live with that. Whereas this new crowd seem to be into some sort of industrial techno dubstep shite. 

It goes like this: 

BEEEEEOOOOO
BLORP BLORP 
BLORP BLORP 
BLORP BLORP
BLORP BLORP
BEEEEEOOOOO
PISSSSSHHHHH

(Pause)

BLORP BLORP 
BLORP BLORP 
BLORP BLORP 
BLORP BLORP...

It is like living above Father Fintan Stack.

So anyway. They knocked it off at 1am last night which I thought was reasonable. On a Saturday night, I'm okay with 1am. 

Then I was woken up at 2:45am 

BEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO
BEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO
BLORP BLORP BLORP BLORP...

Who DOES that?! Who stops a party at 1am, then starts it again 90 minutes later?? It finally ended at around 5.

So today I am feeling very grumpy. I am tempted to go and leave a cat blorp in their mailbox.

S.

p.s. I'm fully aware of how old-fartish my blip sounds today. It's simply that blorp music doesn't pass my basic requirements for music, i.e. it is no fun singing along to it with your mates in a pub when you are arseholed. Not so much the "Old Grey Whistle Test" as the "Pissed Symon Singing Test".