Saturday morning, bright and early. You barely slept because of the cunts a couple of doors down having a party till 4am.
You could barely hear the dawn chorus as they were all whooping along to Wiggle It by 2 In a Room from the 90s - because there’s a 90s revival, if you hadn’t heard, even if the 90s was only about HALF A FUCKING HOUR ago.
… is it ok to have a house-party on a residential road, where people are packed in sardine-like, some elderly, some infant and some weekend-workers? Not to mention the ill, or the recently bereaved, or the neurotic, or anyone else.