After getting up at 4am all week and a late night Saturday,i was looking foward to a bit of a lie in this morning.The young lad accross the road had other ideas,ideal time to fix his car & have his mates round in the process.Fair enough,but did they have to have the cars stereo blasting out 180 bpm Wigan Pier so called dance music while they did it
Surely a bit of Van Morrison would be more suited to Sunday morn.
Anyway,i dragged my arse out of bed & went for the paper,it was a case of "if looks could kill" and coming back from the shop the music had ceased to be.But too late for me & my extra zeds
