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30 May 04 Simon, Why do you hate us? We have a new Neighbor, Simon. Actually he's been bedding down for some time like a colourful geranium. Mrs Monk has definitely taken a shine to Simon and is apparently willing to tolerate his very energetic and let's face it, his noisy preoccupation with "Hip Hop". Hip Hop, is a musical idiom, where people talk / rap in an urban streetwise fashion to an unremitting beat, usually drum and base, and apparently masonry piercing. We had him over for a glass of wine and quizzed him about his career. He is a "5*" chef. Mrs. Monk served him some sausages, purchased from "Selfridges" and Simon was not impressed. I liked the sausages, but I believed Simon when he said the sausages were appalling. I asked him if he was always in "5 Star" mode. He said "Yes," without blinking. I wish I could have the remainder of his life with such an uncompromising commitment. Simon warned us of his party this night. It was "uncompromising" We exchanged text messages, from our bed, through ought the night. Simon, 12.30 am: "Is everything cool?" Mrs. Monk: "Why do you hate us?"
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