Look, I have lasted a whole day into the new year without complaining about something.
I was in a shop a couple of weeks ago and I can't remember what kind of shop it was but it was staffed entirely by female ethnic Asian lasses. There was western muzak playing and it was so loud, I did not hang around.
Wednesday, the first day the shops reopened properly after Christmas we caught the tram to town and as we boarded we were assaulted by very loud music on the tram. The culprit was a disabled man with a wheeled walking frame. It was awful and if looks and glares could kill, he would have been very dead from all directions. It was so loud the public announcements could not be heard. I was furious that no one said anything to him, let alone the driver. As I walked past him to the other end of the tram I said loudly to R that we should get off and wait for the next tram. God knows what the awful music was, but then the next track from his hidden super loud boom box was Kids in America and the rest were popular 80s tracks. I found my self foot tapping and I noticed a few others doing the same. Still, it is not right.
We ate a healthy brunch at QV shopping centre, but soon enough found ourselves hungry again and went to Centre Place for coffee and cake. As soon as we ordered, a two or three piece busking band set up right next to us. Victor, it was right across the lane from where you dined last year when you stayed overnight in town. Lordy it was loud. People knew they were going to perform as some very professional photographers had set up. They attracted a crowd around us, making it even worse. There was a lot of trumpet, saxophone and drum noise but I could not possibly confirm that what they played was interesting. Well, not right next to us. Once a violinist set up in the same spot and the previous cafe owner hunted her off. Buskers in the city are supposed to have a permit to perform.
Saturday we were in Prahran having brunch at a cafe in Prahran Market. We were late because someone in The Highrise slept very late, and it wasn't me. It was time for the mariachi trio to perform, blasting us with more trumpet and saxophone, and worse, a banjo.
New Years Eve was quiet for us. I felt asleep in a chair and at 11.50 R poked me (settle) awake and we walked across the road to where we could see the city fireworks.
We had wee nightcap and I went to bed. R today told me he stayed up and watched the Village People in You Can't Stop the Music. My god, what campness.
Feeling a little ordinary today as much for staying up late than too much tipple, New Year's Day, we did not venture out until about 1pm for a bite to eat. We drove along the beach road and had a light lunch at West Beach Bathers Pavilion. Oh no, with a speaker pointed directly at us a guitarist was setting up, with.........what are they called....synthesiser or something like that and a amplifier . No doubt he was going to make a lot of loud music in our ear too. We ate quickly and bolted.
I am sure you won't have to wait too long in 2017 for the next old man whinge from me.