DAY THREE: ENOUGH.

i.resist Report... I am quite beyond ANY rational response to CLAN. The only people I have ever met who compare to these self-important, arrogant, holier-than-thou, lying BASTARDS are alcoholics.

*deep breath...*

Day Two (Sunday) I was woken at half past EIGHT, on a day when I wanted a lie-in, and hopefully a chance to do some writing. We called the Police, with a noise pollution complaint, then went round to the school, and complained IN PERSON. We were promised it wouldn't happen again.

Liar. This morning, their noise - some bimbo singing along to a CD, it appears - started up at EIGHT OH FIVE, and had me storming out into the garden to voice my displeasure in no uncertain terms...

"WILL YOU PEOPLE NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP???"

Again, the Police were called. Again, a complaint was made in person, and whilst I was there, the Police arrived, and headed up to the school offices. The "head man" from Sunday wasn't there, but I instructed his subordinates to have him call me at home.

A short while later, the Police phone back, saying their officers would be coming round to talk to us. Our previous complaints hadn't gotten us any feedback, so this was a surprise, and a very welcome one, when the two female officers that came to the school came to our door, and revealed to us that there had been several other complaints of various kinds from other residents. In return, we gave them "the grand tour", showing them the lovely view from our back garden. Our objections are very much on record...

...meanwhile, the minions couldn't even get our address right. He arrived just minutes after I'd left to get some peace and quiet, down at my usual spot - and after he'd gone down the road looking for a house number that quite possible doesn't actually exist...

For most of the afternoon, peace seemed to reign. Common sense appeared to have arrived. Our attitude softened...

More fool us.

7pm, and we're not only phoning the Police again, but calling neighbours to find out how they feel. The noise nuisance team don't have to get all the details this time - THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT IT. CLAN, however, just don't seem to want to know. The prevailing opinion seems to be "Give it an hour or two, then just turn it back up - they'll get tired of complaining before long. They're just stupid local heathens, after all."

How wrong they are. Every time you stick two fingers up at us, you just stoke up the fire a bit more. I will never forget your pink-haired girl at the door saying, of CD-Bimbo, "they should turn it up".

In closing, the only thing I can say is:

Do. Not. Wake. Me. Up. At. Eight. O'Clock. AGAIN.

Development News... Next to no work on MoN-203 "Mane-of-Night And The Wayward Child" has been done, these past two days, BUT I have found my way round a small road-block of logic, thanks to the re-energising properties of my excursion to the harbour...

...and CLAN should be so glad they didn't hassle me out there, or they'd have been taking an unexpected swim.

End Report.