So the sun’s out. So the neighbours have a barbecue. So they play music. Loudly. Now this being the beating heart of the bourgeoisie, its not yer grime, or yer dancehall.
No, it’s Phil Collins. Followed by Lionel Ritchie. Really, no one would condemn me for nailing them all to a tree would they? Like Mr Blair says, I’m taking action against the yobs on my street.