I'm back to playing exactly where I used to play in the historic building. Because the mouthy cunt's incessant talking distresses me, I asked to move to an upstairs room just to be away from him. I could still hear him through the floorboards though, endlessly droning on about some bollocks or other. The lovely Yiddish expression Maven auf Katzendreck ('accumulator of knowledge' or 'expert' on cat shit) sums the man up.
He hasn't been in for a few weeks and the atmosphere has been really lovely. The man was doing everybody's head in. We're all hoping that he won't come back. It's lovely being back in my old spot!
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