* Fading celebration.
The muppets over the road's party is still going on, about a week now. Its down to the hardened few that's five male persons and a female person! still drinking plus two women wandering about in dressing gowns vainly trying to clear up. They have the curtains open all the time as p*ssheads usually do by this time on a binge. Three guys shuffled down the road at 10.30 a.m. and returned with more sprightly step with supermarket bags obviously full of cans.
About 2.00 p.m. the dedicated muppets are following each other round the front garden spraying each other with froth. One of the muppets knocks the wheelie bin on its side and bottles and cans come spilling out. Much altercation the only result of which is the wheelie bin gets stood up and the cans and bottles are kicked in a group around the bin.
About 6.00 p.m. really loud music is filling the streets from the muppets house. A short while later a neighbour requests they play the music at a more acceptable volume. He gets short shift from the muppets who should really have a lie down.
Half an hour later the police arrive and tell the muppets to switch it off, one of the dressing gown women unplugs the unit and blessed peace descends. The police stress how annoyed they'll be if they have to come back. The muppets go back in the front room. It takes them quite a while to work out that the music system has been unplugged. Great row breaks out by the look of it.
9.00 p.m. all the muppets are passed out and the dressing gown women are rushing round tidying up the mess. Its hard to tell but it looks like abject despair is written on their faces. I take pity on them and nip across and tell them to pour strong lager and water on the crotches of all the passed out drunks to make it look like they've wet themselves. I explain to have full effect they must berate them continuously on waking them up. I retire to watch the outcome. The girls finally rouse them and if they're following my instructions are complaining loudly about the disgust, smell, urine soaked furniture and anything else that comes to mind, exit three muppets with wet crotches and a flea in the ear. The passed out woman won't wake up. The two resident male muppets stare around uncomprehendingly.
Ah Christmas.