It’s well past 2 am and my glorious slumber is rudely interrupted by a bunch of motley revellers that has decided to keep the party going at that unearthly hour with a whole lot of shouting, whistling and abusive language. To top it all, some idiot decides to add to the decibels with some rap music at full blast. I decide to call the cops.
The one thing about that bit of cacophony that grabbed me by the ears was the horrendous lyrics. What’s the big deal with using the F-word? The rap artiste delivering his diatribe on stereo seemed to