That actually sounds pretty good. There's one near Media City which is worth going to. I went there on a school trip about 5 years ago, the kids loved it.
Interesting night, well morning. Sound aslepp and then woke up as all hell broke loose in the flat beneath me, at 3am the ****s. Proper banging, shouting, scraming, a total comotion, went on for yonks. In the end i got up up to check the car, to make sure. Anyhow there was a lad outside, obviously ****ed, i took it he was just mortal or drugged the **** up. As i watched he hit the ground like a bit of ****. I thought 'oh that's gonna hurt ya ****. Anyway he didn't move, Well he was the other side of the low wall from the front garden. So he may have been moving but it couldn't see it. Then another lad came out and walked halfway down the path calling a name, i thought oi mate he's behind the wall, but i was so ****ed of i thought **** it, they've obviously been something going on, plus there was some slapper involved in all of this so i just watched. Anyway he ****ed of back inside, the a few minutes later, movement from the wall, he managed to get, slumped against the railings and bang, down like he'd been shot. Ouch, that's really gonna hurt. Then nowt. So of i went back to bed, cursing, then, i don't know how long later, ****ing blue lights wake me up again, oh ffs. Paramedics, tending to this bloke the other side of the wall, Stretchered him up, and back to bed i went, the ****s, it's probably about 4am. Then about 9ish knocking on my door, now i never answer my door, as i'm in the uostair flat in a block of 4, and it's a security keycard, and the last person to ring the intercom was a tv license bloke, who i told to **** of (f) Out of curiousity i looked out the window and there was a load of cars, and cop cars, ah **** it, i best answer the ****ing door then. Mr ****ing CID, ah ffs man. So after ****ing ages of questions, and statements, he finally ****ed of, Once his ****ing phone had stopped ringing. Now the interesting part, after that **** long boring story. So i get my **** together, and head to work, as a walk down the stairs there's 2 plod bottom of the stairs, ey up, what the ****. The i clock the lobby, hallway, front door, the door to the flat. **** me, claret virtually from ceiling to floor, allover the floor, all over the exit door..****ing charming. I get outside claret everywhere, then head to the car, right next to where ****face had fallen over, ****ing hell. So to end this heap of **** story story, seems i may have to go to court as a witness, but a witness for what i don't know, but the **** must not be dead yet, as Plod isn't at the bottom of the stairs now. Oh what ****ing joy.
I can just imagine you standing in the witness box telling everyone the **** ****ed up your night's sleep and should've picked somewhere else to get a battering, then have a go at the CID officer for waking you up. All the while the brief is saying "Will you please just answer the question"
At least you're ok mate. Yer never know which way those type of situations are going to go - I expect you can look after yourself, but you only need one drugged up crazy fooker with knife.
Which is why i didn't get involved, the ****s don't even live there. I feel sorry for the old dear also on the bottom flat, she's a 100, uses a walker, has carers coming in and out, she must have been **** scared with all the noise.
Actualy Mr CID was a pretty cool dude, the ****. Immaculate clothing, nice grey tweed jacket, grey trousers, Sparkling shoes, 3 phones, a good tan.Guess mid 30s, Funny as they have to write everything down, and there was a few ****s, and ****s in my statement.
The story goes, the flat is rented by a woman, i'm guessing in her 40s, never ever hear a peep. Except on time, maybe last Oct/Nov, which wasn't much i thought. But the council fella came around and asked if i heard anything, just a bit of a party, everyone is allowed to enjoy themself. Seems she's ****ed of and left the keys with her younger brother then. Now as you can guess, i'm putting 2 and 2 together about this latest episode. Either way, she'll get the boot.
Oh she'll be gone. Got back tonight, looks like sand everywhere, still claret up the walls though. Had a quick look at the low wall, loads of claret still, he's obviously twatted his head there. They#ve hardly done a good clean up job as yet. ****s.
