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.