It is with a degree of honour and respect that I want to thank certain individuals who use their valuable sleeping time to serenade me in the wee small hours of the morning. Couples and lonely gentlemen stand beneath my bedroom window at three in the morning and proceed to shout and swear and argue. It is not something they need to do so I can only offer my deepest thanks for their being so generous.
The constant tirade of bad language and screaming is punctuated by sounds of physical violence, regularly interrupted by thumping bass from oversized speakers in passing cars. The klaxon noise of police sirens drowns out the vocal declarations and I am left wondering what valuable piece of knowledge was to be proffered.
So I am taking this opportunity to thank the couple who were screaming at each other, the very angry man who would not go away and the fellow who, in-between drunkenly swearing, incessantly shouted the word “Pingu” over and over again. Way to go.
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Pingu!
Pingu!