Isn't it just Wonderfull

The weekend finally arrives at last and it's glorious sunshine following weeks of endless deluge. A light refreshing breeze barely stirs the leaves and the humidity is low making it most comfortable and a joyous day indeed after slogging one's guts out all week. Except for the fact that since 7 o'clock this morning it's been the incessant whine and howl of strimmers and lawnmowers. As afternoon draws close the unending din of myriad ice cream vans with the typical distorted over amplified chimes as some Wop flogs lumps of frozen fat now destroy any hope of peace and tranquility. The only slight respite comes from keeping one's windows firmly closed which makes for an unbearable stifle.

As late afternoon and early evening approach the fetid stench of burned sacrifices in the form of barbeque's and concomitant acrid smoke pervades the atmosphere requiring that one keeps one's windows closed yet further having endured the heat and claustrophobic confinement all day even now it is impossible to open them to benefit from the cool evening air.

I will have to pursue a line of enquiry relating to the 1956 Clean Air Act revised 1968/1993 with a view to stopping this fucking nuisance.

We are a nation of self centered bastards devoid of any consideration for the sanctity of peace and quiet of our neighbors. What measures are required for me to enjoy a peaceful Sunday afternoon without being driven insane by noise and choked by acrid fires in my own living room by a bunch of low IQ former council house dwellers who believe themselves to have moved 'up-market' and now representative denizens of the middle class. Four cupboards and a shit house on a housing estate and a second hand 4X4 doth not middle class make you chav scum.

(Pass the BMG and a thousand rounds of link)

Pip pip