WUBWUB WUUUB WAAAHH WUBWUBWUB WAAAAAAHHHH (insert incredibly loud Dubstep bassline). My eyelids peel back faster than a mother of 5 with a tangerine.
"What the FUCK is that!?!?", I shout to myself.
Then I realise the song that is being pummeled through my (pretty thin) bedroom wall and notice the direction its coming from...
"NAIM!!!!!", I'm screaming as I bang on the wall and then finally see red and flip out of bed in a whirling fluster of rage, power out my room and virtualy take the hinges off his door...
"TURN THAT THE FUCK DOWN NOW!", I shout through the thick bass in the air.
"What? why?", says a rather shocked and confused Naim.
"BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING SEVEN'O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING!!"
"Oh, shit, sorry mate I thought it was 7Pm, I..."
"GET A FUCKING TIME SCHEDULE"
SLAM. door shut...
Naim is the only person that is not a submarine operator or an Alaskan who actually needs a 24 hour clock to know wether it's day or night...one christmas present down...
