One More Skinny Latte for the Road

The two geezers who've moved in next door are making a fine contribution to the prevailing pressure change I talked about before. I presume they both have (the same?) medical condition, because if they haven't then they have no excuses. The easily audible and highly confrontational exchanges suggest it's a form of Tourette Syndrome, but can't say for sure. There's nothing, and then there's a brief exchange of cussing and insults, verbal assualts on eachother.

That doesn't really do it justice - I thought they were council builders before (straight out of a Mike Leigh movie) because I only seemed to hear them in the daytime, but it seems they are indeed the tenants. It's the kind of psychosis bought on by years of dope-smoking or other drug or alcohol abuse, a kind of controlled aggression-dimentia. Interested to see how the racist and sound-sensitive Mrs Wilder copes...

Talk about protest singers... Arena is showing the first part of Scorcese's Dylan rockumentary in half an hour, I'm gonna eat and open a bottle, catch you later maybe. The joke, btw, is Jakes - wouldn't dare claim it as my own. Refers to his recent endorsement, strange as it might seem, of Starbucks coffee... for fuck sake Bob?!