Nah we've united into a team now.
The town hall behind our house is blasting out shit pop music. It's 7pm on a Sunday, it's proper old man of me but I'm seething here. We can't have the windows open cos then you can't hear the tele. Luckily us and all the neighbours are mates and we're planning a revolt. Everyone's next door deciding what to do. They want to talk to the people that run the hall, I want to throw bricks through the windows. I think I'm going to windmill through all the cunts over there very shortly, fuck waiting for the first or second whistle.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 18:58, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Hahahaha I was joking.
But we just went round their and my neighbour offered someone out. He bottled it and it's well quiet now.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 19:16, Reply)