the party's over

Alas, the MAM is back on the scene. Strangely subdued, but sniffing, snorting, hacking and grunting away with renewed vigour. The only escape is to plug in the headphones and pump up some choons. His throaty troglodyte grunting is still audible no matter how loud the music, but it becomes more distant and therefore bearable.

Today he handed around his new phone number, as his flat was supposedly broken into last week and his phone pinched while he was 'sleeping' (or 'passed out' as it could more accurately be termed).