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Silence

Also, I dearly wish my upstairs neighbour didn’t spend three hours a day murdering ‘Trouble’ and ‘Imagine’ on what sounds, through the ceiling, like a tinny Casio keyboard. It takes a lot to murder a Coldplay song - how much worse can you make them sound, after all? - but somehow, he manages it.

Three hours a day.

Help.

2 comments on "Silence"

  • I’ll tell you what’s worse - when we stayed with hubby’s parents (terraced house) just after our eldest was born. a band lived next door and the drummer would come back from the pub during the week, and practice the drums. On and off untill 2am usually. The band grew up to be Toploader (who have now sunk into oblivion, ::::evil cackle:::) and bizarly, we now live in what was their house!

    - mamacrow @ 30.06.08 / 01pm

  • Now that’s weird. A friend of mine who I haven’t seen in years was once approached by a local band looking for a rhythm guitarist. He thought their singer was a “total cock”, if I remember his words right, and told them he wasn’t interested.

    Instead, Toploader got in Dan Hipgrave to fill the slot, eventually made it big (albeit briefly) and Hipgrave ended up marrying Gail Porter. We were forbidden from mentioning them in Greg’s earshot while they were still around. I think he was a little annoyed at missing his big chance in the music biz.

    So does that mean you live in Eastbourne, or is this a post-band-leaving-Eastbourne house?

    - John R @ 30.06.08 / 01pm

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