Thump thump thump

The idiot neighbour is now weeding his garden while shirtless, with his stereo on at full volume so he can hear it from outside. He seems to be oblivious to the fact that this approach also makes the music audible to the rest of the town (although dignifying it with the term "music" might be going too far). People like this deserve to be shot. Slowly.

After a delay of a week, the embassy have bothered to reply to the email I sent them to inform me once again that they have no idea who I am or have any record of my case. But once they eventually find it, we have been assured by our unbelievably expensive immigration lawyer that things will proceed much more quickly. And that's just as well, because we've only got a month left.

I finally saw last week's Doctor Who last night, and despite the comical similarity to Fat Bastard from Austin Powers, the Absorbaloff (and just about everything in the episode after seeing it) actually prevented me from sleeping. I later discovered that it was created by a nine-year-old boy. He's going to grow up into another H.P. Lovecraft.