is what people have been shouting outside our window on and off for the last three hours. we've come to the conclusion that the guy upstairs (ozzy) is a drug dealer and that the people who are trying to contact him are druggies. in their paranoid, drug crazed state they find the concept of using the intercom completely alien.
they've tried throwing stuff at his window, honking their car horn, shouting his name repeatedly and STILL they don't seem to be able to grasp that he might not be available right now (my bet would be that he's meeting the colombians at the dock to pick up a shipment of fresh stuff).
what should we do? i waved my middle fingers out the window earlier and that was only met by what seemed like giggles from them. i started waving my hands as if i was shooing away an annoying cat, but this didn't seem to help either.
anyway, this has been happening loads recently with various unsavoury looking characters lurking around outside. lame. this is a nice cul de sac!