Kept awake by the ass-clowns upstairs.

It is currently 12:30 am Friday 21st of November, and the there is a party in progress. The noise levels are to the point that neither of us can sleep. There are loud voices on the balcony, loud music, piano playing and what appears to be a thunderous elephant heard dancing above our heads.

After having gone upstairs and spoken to the occupant the music has been turned down, but there is no change the demeanor of the guests. In fact, the noise grew louder on the balcony until there seemed to be actual screaming.
Update: 1:10 am and the noise continues. Music on again.
Update: 1:18 am, two girls left nosily, party upstairs continues
Update: 1:30 am, piano starts.
Update: 1:45 am, noisy people getting into cars downstairs. Potty-mouth loud girl insists on getting into boot of car. Intrigued, I actually went out and watched this happen. This has reduced the number of people considerably, and has brought the noise level down to a point where I might be able to get some sleep now.

Damn, I’m getting old. Not only am I complaining about the crazy kids upstairs, but I’m blogging about it.

Gibson on the US Election

To put [ the issue of un-decided voters into ] perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with broken glass in it?”

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.'