As if my evening wasn't bad enough - watching the Republic of Ireland soccer team consigned to play-off's for the chance to be in the Euro 2020 Soccer championship after a 1-1 Draw to Denmark - I returned home to hear WWIII taking place in the flats above me.
Once again, the psychotic, violent, alcoholic girlfriend of one the the guys up there was engaged in a manic, screaming, physical altercation with one of the other inhabitants of this not-so-happy-little-Eden in which I am currently forced through economic circumstances to reside.
I have no earthly idea what set off the latest barney - it doesn't take all that much between these particular pair of fuckwits, to be honest - and nor do I particularly care. Only a little less than a couple of months ago, this same woman physically assaulted her boyfriend - who also lives in one of the flats here - to the extent that the cuts and bruises she inflicted upon him were readily visible. And this was the SECOND TIME that she had done this. He swore then that he would have nothing further to do with her and that was the end of the relationship as far as he was concerned. And of course, after a few weeks he took her back and she has resorted back to her usual ways (surprise! surprise!).
I have already told him that I want nothing further to do with this creature or the manic, nasty, unhinged freaks that inhabit her singularly horrible world. (And if you saw some of the yolks that she associates with - one of them a cowardly, woman-beating psychotic young thug - then you would readily understand why).
What particularly aggrieves me, is the fact that there is a couple with a two-year old child in the flat beside me in this house who also have to deal with this kind of insanity.
It is obvious to me, that the only reason this man keeps taking this waste of oxygen back into his life, is because he would rather tolerate any sort of abuse than face up to inevitable loneliness.
A part of me thinks that Dredd was right.
"Love? There oughta be a Law against it."
Sorry if I'm rambling, but I heard this is a good place for that kind of thing.