[Guinness]

With apologies to Alf Tennyson…

Mine was to do or die,

A couple of yards, a couple of yards,

A couple of yards outside.

In to my back garden

Walked I.

A blasting cacophony to the right of me

A blasting cacophony to the left of me

A blasting cacophony in front of me

Into the mouth of hell

Onward into my back garden I did walk


Why do people feel the need to turn their back gardens into Glastonbury every time the bloody sun shines? Are they that Neanderthal that they are unaware of wireless earphones?

I just want to chill in my garden with a beer, maybe chat about my day without having to listen to the battle of the bands from surrounding neighbours, who for some reason imagine that I'd be remotely interested in their musical tastes...roll on the rain!

Yours truly,
Grumpy