Am I Getting Old????

Now as some of you may know I work in a music venue. A music venue that has had its' fair share of noise complaints. Because of this I am wary of booking extremely loud bands during the week. I don't want to piss the neighbour's off and give them reason to complain. Thursday, Friday and Saturday I book louder bands.

However last night when I got home and crawled into bed after a night of well fought trivia, all I could hear was doof, doof, dddrrrrooooof, dooof, dooof. At the moment I live opposite a club called the Spot on Sydney road. It is open till one and I have not really had any problem with it. Last night though the constant doof, doof, ddddrrrroooooof had an effect on me. It was after all a Tuesday night. I tried to sleep and ignore it, after all it was nearly one 'o' clock.

But oh no. 1 'o' clock came and still doof, doof, dddddrrrrroooooof, it went on.

So at ten minutes to two I phoned the venue.

Me: Hi there do you think you could turn the music down?

Bar guy: Sorry what, I can't hear you

Me: hello, could you turn the music down mate, it's two in the mornin on a Tuesday night.

Bar Guy: Hi mate you will need to speak up it's a bit loud down here.

Me: Yes I know, that is why I am calling. Can you turn it down a bit I can hear it from across the street.

Bar Guy: Really? Where are you?

Me: Opposite the bar, on Sydney road.

Bar Guy: On Sydney road?

Me: Yes, on Sydney road and I can hear it in my bedroom, it's really quite loud.

Bar Guy: OK , weird.

Me: Well can you please turn it down a bit, thanks.

So I think he turned it down an infinitesimal amount and continued to doof, doof, dddddrrrooof till three am.

Oh my god I thought, I've become one of them.