Boum-boum!

The restaurant on the road below us had a rave yesterday. It also has a strange chimney, on top of which is what looks like a huge plant pot.

“Do you think that’s part of the chimney?” asked Sylvie.

“No”, I replied, “perhaps they grow marihuana in it... or maybe it’s just a signal to say ‘Pot available here, come on in, junk-heads!”

“They’d need a bit more than just pot to keep them going until well after 4am!” I added, still feeling the effects of a wakeful night’s sleep and the boum-boum beat of barmy buttheads below.