Iverson Road.

I have been woken up, yet again, by the skanky chavs up my road.

Paul and the girl who I shall call "Tracy Sharon Marie" (I don't know her name) have felt the need, once more, to yell at 400 decibels outside my window. It would appear that tonight they are friends, a different story to Thursday morning at a similar time when they woke me up ...they were certainly less civil, in fact they were loud and vile.

Paul and Tracy Sharon Marie had a right ol' barney. I have never heard a "lady" say the F word so many times in one sentence...dirty bitch. I heard everything from how he's been texting other women, she's been sleeping with other men, he's 30 and she really isn't going to be looking after him anymore, yes, I really feel like I made a connection with the two chavs that night...neighbourhood watch I'm ready for you!

Thursday would be the same morning that an Irish drunk felt the need to trawl up and down my road incoherently rambling words that I just couldn't understand. I'd like to romanticise the situation and think that perhaps he's crying out for a lost love, a love he lost at sea...in fact it's just the fact that he had clearly spent the best part of a day in a pub drinking and was just out of his head. Real highlight was him starting to argue with Paul and Tracy Sharon Marie - queue fireworks.

Thursday would also be the same morning that in between the chavs and Irish drunk dude, my neighbour gets carted away in a police van. Did he get caught smoking weed? Did he hit his wife or worst did he sleep with Tracy Sharon Marie? - I guess we'll never know!?

"Iverson Road"...what a great name for a soap! Ooooh there's a Spanish argument kicking off up the road now, I'm off to listen in.