... God being in London is depressing. People just act as they please and don't care about anyone else. They play loud music at all ours and let their dogs fight in the street. I can't even watch telly in my own home as the 16 year old scroat downstairs won't listen to music at anything approaching a reasonable level, and won't turn it down to a reasonable level when asked. Roll on the move. Roll on escaping to civilisation for the weekend.
God I'm so tired, Dylan woke me at 6.30 this morning, and I won't get any sleep with Ganja boy's tuneless bass soundtrack. I could cry, but I'm too tired...
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