Last night I was laying down... actually, I was in the bathroom, and it was nearly midnight, when I heard the music start up. Ah! Ah! Stayin alive stayin alive! It was LOUDer than inside but it was outside. Now, this is a quiet street - I nearly said it's a local street for local people - and this sort of noise is unprecedented.
Apart fom that party on Saturday night which everyone must have heard for miles around and I still don't know what kind of music they were playing - some sort of Slavic knees up. My lawn the following morning festooned in balloons.
I say lawn, I mean thin line of gravel and weeds.
Anyway, I peeked out the window and saw a people carrier/ SUV with a disco ball/ glitterball/ mirrorball suspended from the open boot/ trunk/ back end. A group of eight young people were gathered at the rear of the vehicle, and they were partying! Paper/ plastic cups were raised, bottles were being passed around, merriment was being made. Why had they stopped there, what was being celebrated? Could I join in? I would like it to be known that I am available for impromptu mischief at any time of the day or night. Few people understand this, but I am easily led into temptation and, like Paul Clarke of Big Brother 2, I also try to live my life like I'm an international pop star. Not that anyone would notice.
After the Bee Gees, there was a Michael Jackson song and they were all singing along, oblivious to the lateness of the hour and the silence of their surroundings. Then as soon as they arrived...