dead cats and harcore techno
i used to live in the red light district of Toulouse (France), with a 20ish couple living the flat above mine... they used to listen to that awful hardcore techno, the one with 250 bpm and "scary" voices, at all hours of the day and night. Once they left the windows open during a storm and water starting coming throught the roof, so i had to ring the place where the bloke told me he workend, the boss on the other end said something like "he doesn't work here any more and i don't ever want to hear his name ever again". They'd scream at each other, and at their two small cats. When they were sick of the cats meowing or moving about, they'd put them on the window sill and shut the window. One of the cats died, so they chucked the body in one of the buildings wheelie bins. The neighbour below tried to get the SPA (the french equivalent of the RSPCA) involved, but there was not much they could do. So she managed to get hold of the remaining cat, because it would often escape and wonder up and down the stairs. She already had two cats in a small flat, so she gave it to me... this skinny, frightened little tabby... six years on i've still got it, it's huge, it looks like a seal and is quite content. Oh and one new years eve, the same bloke came a knocking while i was getting ready to go out, and tried to borrow some cash off me... i told him i had nothing on me, so he pointed out that there was a cash machine down the end of our street. Pure class neighbours.
(Alaning, Sat 27 Aug 2005, 10:55, Reply)