Mr Mucous

Mr Mucous downstairs was playing his 1 cd again last night. I swear, he only has 1 cd and it's some atrocious 80s compilation. It really bugs me because I half recognise some of the songs. There's that 'every time yo go a way, you take a piece of me with you' one, somehting that sounds like it should be on the sega Road Rash soundtrack, and one thats something like 'I can see you, shining in the sun, after the rain and the something has gone...'. He only ever plays it after midnight. That's the problem with quaint American wooden houses- when they get devided up into appartemtns thery aren't exactly soundproof. I hear the guy doing other unplesant things too, like shouting at his family and farting loudly. The worst though is when he starts with his flemmy cough and is hawking up loads of phlegm. He sounds like he is dying of chronic bronchitis and I'd like to be sympathetic, but actually he just makes me want to retch. Andy told me off last night for joining in loudly with the Paul Young number, but I just thought it was funny. Maybe the guy'll take the hint and buy a new cd!