It’s getting close to summer and that means an increase in the number of people walking home from pubs and clubs at the weekend. Unfortunately, Wray Avenue is a bit of a causeway for this.
Don’t get me wrong. I’d rather that people walk home than drive after a big night on the town. I just wish that they’d do it quieter.
I’ve seen quite a few odd things over the years when I’ve been woken up by noise. My favourite was the three guys I saw trying to tip over one of the Galati’s lorries at 3am in the morning. Honestly, they had it up on two wheels but it couldn’t get past that tipping point. I shouted to them that they were almost certainly on CCTV and they scarpered.
That sort of thing doesn’t bother me too much. My girlfriend is less impressed but for the most part I can deal with it.
What I can’t deal with is the violent, abusive, argumentative drunks that wake me up in the wee hours; it’s hard to get back to sleep when someone’s shouting out obscenities and anger at their partner, spittle and alcohol no doubt spraying from their lips.
They’ve been the cause of a couple of phone calls to the police. Afterall, it was right in front of my house that a poor woman was raped in the back of a car a couple years ago and dumped in the parking bay. That, less than fifteen metres from my bedroom, is enough to make me think the worst when I hear such belligerence from (usually) men with far too much drink (and who knows what else) in them and too little control over their emotions.
There’s not much that can be done about it I suppose. It’s just one of the features of living in a city with nightlife. Even though I’m not a fan of the nightlife on offer, I’m certainly not going to espouse shutting it down.
There are arguments that a small bar culture (as opposed to beer barns and big clubs) will decrease this behaviour, but they’re equally countered by people who fear it will lead to more of what I’m annoyed by. The anti-social idiocy I’m describing does little to change such views I’m afraid.
Anyway, when I went out the front to suggest to this bloke on the weekend that he calm down I noticed a bike thrown into the bushes on the verge en face my house. Someone had obviously nicked it and, finding a padlock on the chain, dumped it. It’s still there out the front.
If you know who’s it might be, let them know eh?