A Taste of What its Like to Live in Finsbury Park

Last night I awoke at what I think was 3am to the sounds of:

'You fucked the Algerian, I can't believe you fucked the Algerian!'

'I didn't fuck the Algerian, no I swear!'

'You fucked him!'

'No, it wasnt me!'

Silently the voices drifted out from a loud 100 decibels outside my window to further down the street.....Good they're gone, sleep again as I lay there still in my bed listening.

10 minutes later just before I got back into REM;

'Why'd you fuck the Algerian!'

'No No No, why meeeeeeeeee!!!'

'You fucked him didn't you, I know you fucked the Algerian!'

I couldn't handle it, I was about to open my window and yell out 'Yea I fucked the Algerian, now shut the fuck up I'm trying to sleep!' ....but against my better judgement I lay there quietly remembering that our glass door got kicked in on New Years Day and how accessible the flat is.

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