Polish neighbours
I live in Streatham, which apparently has a large Polish population. You could insert any area in outer London instead of Streatham - but this is good. I like foreigners. I can’t understand a word they say but Polish people are included in that. Although apparently there are lots of shortages in Poland now because they all come to work in London. But they make good au pairs over there.
My neighbours at the back are Polish, judging by their accents. I’m guessing they are. Or they’re eastern European, or maybe drunk and from Newcastle. Either way they stay outside very late playing music and talking loud. More impressive is that this then goes on into the day. Impressiver - they then go on again the next night. It has to be a rotor system as no one can stay out indefinitely and maintain this level of noise. They’ve started to become irritating. It’s not the noise – just the predictability of it all.
Irritating people are tough to deal with. They’re probably having fun so to interrupt that makes you the bad guy. Not that I was going to go and complain. I was just going to lob over a few water balloons from my bathroom window.
But I’ll be away soon so I’ll let another neighbour take action. I’m going to an even bigger noise for three weeks, where the heat will be fierce and the windows sealed to keep in the air conditioning. Las Vegas in the summer, the World Series of Poker. Only a lunatic would fancy this, and I’m not a lunatic.
In the past a trip this long would have posed no problems. This time though it seems more of a worry. All those people. The heat. The press restrictions and an unnatural and sinister cynicism towards the poker world. It could make or break me. Send me back bright and successful, or burnt and a failure.
Either way when I get back in August the neighbours will still be there, regardless of the outcome, playing bubblegum music and talking with beer. But I’ll probably like it by then. Right now it feels like I’m going to the moon. Except this is a moon where hotdogs cost $9.
First blog post in a couple of weeks. Must try harder.
My neighbours at the back are Polish, judging by their accents. I’m guessing they are. Or they’re eastern European, or maybe drunk and from Newcastle. Either way they stay outside very late playing music and talking loud. More impressive is that this then goes on into the day. Impressiver - they then go on again the next night. It has to be a rotor system as no one can stay out indefinitely and maintain this level of noise. They’ve started to become irritating. It’s not the noise – just the predictability of it all.
Irritating people are tough to deal with. They’re probably having fun so to interrupt that makes you the bad guy. Not that I was going to go and complain. I was just going to lob over a few water balloons from my bathroom window.
But I’ll be away soon so I’ll let another neighbour take action. I’m going to an even bigger noise for three weeks, where the heat will be fierce and the windows sealed to keep in the air conditioning. Las Vegas in the summer, the World Series of Poker. Only a lunatic would fancy this, and I’m not a lunatic.
In the past a trip this long would have posed no problems. This time though it seems more of a worry. All those people. The heat. The press restrictions and an unnatural and sinister cynicism towards the poker world. It could make or break me. Send me back bright and successful, or burnt and a failure.
Either way when I get back in August the neighbours will still be there, regardless of the outcome, playing bubblegum music and talking with beer. But I’ll probably like it by then. Right now it feels like I’m going to the moon. Except this is a moon where hotdogs cost $9.
First blog post in a couple of weeks. Must try harder.
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