I managed to get the disk out of the DVD player with a bare minimum of violence, so I'm less pissed off than you might think. It's just been one of those days where I can't remember what I walked into the kitchen for.
Oh, also, 3 doors up, the new neighbours have finally moved in after the previous owner moved out because the apesteins next door were running an illigitimate childminding business, which consequentially lowered the value of the entire street by about £5000, and made it about as desireable to live in as being within a 100 meter proximity of a sewage treatment plant.
They were making a horrendous amount of noise while moving furniture and other domestic items into their house at the most rediculous hours of the night. It went on way past 10 pm. I was in a good mind to go round and ask them why exactly the good lord didn't bless these poor souls with the fu
cking sense to realise that it probably would've made a better impression if they'd got the "moving in" done during the
day-time. But for some reason I didn't, and figured that if they were stupid enough to do that shit in the middle of the night then they might just be stupid enough to try and assault me for "getting funny" with them.