I’m sitting in the living room, and the noisy bastard from across the street has some friends over and is cranking some dub up load.
It gives me enormous pleasure to get up from the computer, switch it off, turn off the light and close the door on his racket. This is no longer my bedroom. Goodnight Mr Loud - your nocturnal noise cannot harm me any more.
But I still sincerely hope your ears fall off.
