Rumour has it that "Alexei", our bloated noisy smoky neighbour (but with a heart of gold), the guy who once broke his toilet, has got married and moved out. That explains why his beaten up old brown car isn’t in the driveway anymore. I wonder if he’s found himself another of those Internet brides. I remember hearing in the dead of night the distinctive "Uh oh!" sound of ICQ messages arriving downstairs.
Well, good for him. And for me – it probably means no more 4am visits down there to ask him to turn his telly down.