Imagine going home, going to bed, having a good night sleep. wake up and look outside and someone had build a whole carnival around your home. Thats my day. people everywhere, my paid for convence of living in the city center, dashed with my 5 mins walk to town taking a frustrating 25 mins.
no warning, and im sorry if i have not taken enough interest in my local community with the local paper being aliking to youth mob manual and obituary.
now just time to wait for the dull flat wide headache to subside then bed. the windows of my bedroom have been vibrating since 2pm!! 12 hours later they will still be shaking like a leaf. once a year why cant they fuck off to a feild like every other festival. to close a large portion of a city center for some children to dress up and dance and cowboys to hastily build some carnival toys and possibly Ecoli ridden over priced food. all in the crowded city street!!!
use a park, field, football ground, cricket ground, i don't care, fuck off my door step.
i know there will be a mountain of shit all over the floor when i go out in the morning. nothing i like better than wading through poorly planned party smeared all over the street. how about i have a (in any other circumstance noise that loud in a residential area would be illegal) party in front of your house or better still in your garden, empty a months worth of rubbish when i leave in the early hours of the morning.
rant over, but the 'cowboy carnival is not'.
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