A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Monday, January 09, 2006

This town is much too small. It's always a shame that's all.

I never used to mind Peter Gabriel.

Never loved him, but like his little mate from Genesis, Bob Hoskins, he was always droning on somewhere in the soundtrack of my life.

Big Time was okay in a metronomic kind of way. And Games Without Frontiers, well, it's a knockout.

But for what seems like the 40th night in a row, The Stupids next door are giving their unauthorised copy of Gabriel Live at Birdland another discordant spin.

And thanks to them, I now loathe Peter Gabriel.

But never mind, early tomorrow morning, when they least expect it, The late-sleeping Stupids will be roused by the wrath of The Lawnmower Man.

3 Comments:

Anonymous whodoyareckon? said...

Look, have you two never heard of poison pen letters? Its not like you don't know how to write. Vent your spleen in an outpouring of vitriol, and place it anonynously in their letterbox. And you call them the Stupids!!!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

 
Blogger hazelblackberry said...

Grumpy, we must humbly acknowledge the wisdom of this contributor. To the escritoire, at once!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

 
Blogger Grump Les Tiltskin said...

Yes, Whodoyareckon?, but The Stupids call Hazel and I 'The Numbskulls'.

And now Google is peppering my blog with Peter Gabriel ringtone ads.

Wise guys!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

 

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