“It’s cruel summer”, a strange voice screams.

“I’m drunk in the back of the car”, the mysterious voice continues. I wonder what comes next. First a cruel summer and then being drunk in a car.

“But ooh, whoa-oh”, I hear next.

“WAKE FINALLY UP, SMITHS!”, I hear my neighbour’s voice.

“AND CHOSE ANOTHER SONG, I CANT HEAR THIS THING ANYMORE!”, my old Neighbour yells from his garden. Now, I am so con...