When I got home yesterday the people upstairs were going for each other hammer and tongs. The noise was horrendous. Apart from the screaming and shouting there were terrible bangs on the ceiling that made the arms of the sofa rattle. I listened to that as I ate my dinner. I couldn't watch my film so I went to the pub and had two pints.
When I got home it was all cheerfulness and mirth. They had people round and it was very noisy. Then the banging started and I blew a fuse. I got my audio system up and running and treated them to some nice loud music, with my French windows open. I started with Webern's Five Pieces For Orchestra, followed by Rossini's aria Non Piu Mesta from La Cenerentola (I have a beautiful recording of this, an example of what Bel Canto should sound like. The first time I heard it was in a recording by Maria Callas, who completely murdered it. Rather than Bel Canto it was Can Belto, with each note carefully strangulated), followed by some Carnatic songs, and movements from Mozart Piano Concerto no.22, Bach Lass Furstin and D minor concerto for three harpsichords, Dibdin The Brickdust Man, Arne Cymon and Iphygenia, and Rameau Castor et Pollux. I played the music disgracefully loud, so shut the living room door and retired to the bedroom to listen. Afterwards I heard them talking upstairs, and get the impression that they might not have enjoyed the music. Cunts. Bed at ten.
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