Chris sat down, content in the knowledge that his tormentors of the past - the filthy, diseased, antisocial rodents at No. 28 - were far, far away. The house was quiet and all was well. Chris was no longer afraid to go into his back garden.
Then one night, it all changed for the worse yet again. Loud, repetitive techno was heard reverberating down through the walls. It started at 10pm and was still going at 11 the following morning. This was accompanied by shouts and bangs and all the usual bad signs... The charvers were back!
Chris decided this time to nip it in the bud right away, so he banged on the door at about 9am hoping to come to some kind of agreement. When he identified himself as the next door neighbour, they told him to f**k off. He went back home and started to plot the ultimate revenge, but was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door.
Chav girl: "Do you mind us playing the music?"
Chris: "Yes."
Chav girl: "Why?"
Chris: "It's too loud."
Chav girl "What, now?"
Chris: "Bye." (shuts door)
Later the filthy chavster in question called again and explained that that night was a one-off housewarming party and that it was over (although it didn't sound over, and the music continued for another two hours).
Chris goes shopping. Chris comes home. Chris tidies the house. Chris is stood by the door when some scumbag decides to pour cider through the letterbox onto my carpet. Chris confronts said charver and he acts none the wiser.
Chris fantasizes about carving off his nipples and rubbing vinegar into the wounds.
God freaking damn it! :-x