Anyone familiar with the Twitter will no doubt have heard the saga of me and my neighbours. Until recently, I lived in a warehouse in North London. The problem with the warehouses is that, while being a fun, artistic environment to be around, it does attract the sort of people who like to have parties…

Loud parties…

Every other weekend…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a complete killjoy who hates parties. I like parties, I really do! But being kept awake until daylight every other Saturday by the people directly below you blasting out terrible techno at full volume and hosting live bands at 3 in the morning is just not on!

The worst part was that these parties always seemed to co-incide with me having to be up early for a comic convention. No sleep + being stuck behind a table all day = grumpy Rob!

But then the lovely Nora brings me an unexpected tea and all is well!

Anyways, I moved out of the noisy warehouse into a nice quiet little house where I can sleep again and don’t have to shout at my neighbours from the window so hopefully less grumpy convention Rob in future