It's not that I don't care, but...

Just so you know: this page was imported from my old blog. Some pages were rather mangled in the process; my apologies if things don't quite look right.

... if you're going to have an in-depth conversation about the football, world cup, Sven's decision to play one striker up-front, the weather in Germany, what time it is in Germany, how the beer tastes in Germany and how your mate's wife is enjoying the shopping - and please bear in mind this isn't because I'm horrible, grumpy or generally a b'stard - could you possibly refrain from holding the conversation - at a volume which shows no regard for anyone trying to sleep - 2 feet away from my bloody bedroom window?! Some of us have jobs to go to in the morning fer heaven's sake!

Footnote: dear neighbour-who-can't-drive: please refrain from justifying your lack of parking radar by listening for the "thump" of your bumper striking mine as a gauge to tell whether you're properly in your parking space. I must confess, I don't particularly like the sound of my car's bodywork being damaged, and I refer you to my comment to Mr. Chatty, above, about my reasons for liking some peace and quiet between the hours of, say, midnight and 6 a.m...

(Yup, I'm grumpy when woken in the middle of the night...)

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