I' d forgotten how noisy it can be here where our flat is. Hoping for a good night's pre GBBF sleep, I managed to ignore the noisy drunks and police sirens on Leman St, but was woken at around half past two by a distinctive sound. Someone in the upstairs flat was attempting the world bonking record. This went on with accompanying female moans for far too bloody long if you ask me. I drifted off, but was woken around three by the same couple. This time, a blazing row at top volume. Talk about fickle? Top tip to the bonker. No point in telling a woman not to repeat herself. Top tip to the bonkee. Moan loudly if you must, but just go to sleep after!
Anyway, I'm reasonably OK and looking forward to the festival. See some of you there.
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