This card was pushed through the letterbox of our friend Caius (who runs Young Turks) the morning after he threw a BBQ/paddling pool party. Its author, "Mr Boring", had complained about the noise early on the previous evening, and Caius promptly turned down the volume. Now, call
me "Mr Jaded Cynical Bastard" but I can’t figure out whether he’s being a proper gent or
taking the piss. I mean, on the surface it appears to be a splendid example of the
great British dedication to good manners. But I can’t help wondering if it’s actually a thickly veiled, passive aggressive riposte; polite and proper on the surface, but positively seething behind the twitching curtains. What do you think?
Reader Comments
July 31st, 2008
I think they felt bad/feared reprisals, and that it’s genyuwin and heartfelt.
July 31st, 2008
i think it’s a bit of both
July 31st, 2008
Cynics! That reads genuine to me.
July 31st, 2008
this is amazing. i think it genuine. this IS a great example of why britain is amazing, manners - albeit stilted, awkward, cold, firm - but at least the effort is there.
July 31st, 2008
this is beautiful - not only did the neighbor complain, caius then obliged, then mr boring wrote a card to say thank you. it really is beautiful. god save the queen etc…
July 31st, 2008
I know a threat when I hear (read) one. This Mr. Boring guy is one sick son of a bitch. If I were you, Caius, I’d get a sturdy crowbar and an economy-sized can of bear mace. You’re going to need it.
July 31st, 2008
i had a neighbor that gave me and my bro a similar note along with a bottle of wine the day after a loud drug addled party that we toned down after he politely complained.
July 31st, 2008
you guys need to stop smoking so much weed- the sentiment is genuine
July 31st, 2008
It’s the “congratulations” that’s throwing me off. Was it like explicitly a graduation party or something? Cause otherwise it’s like “congratulations on finally not being totally oblivious to your environs, you shambling sack of hangover”.
Also people who hate you but are pussies will usually write to you about their grievances so they don’t have to look at you. But you’d have to be like raised by pussies in a pussy villa on the French Pussiera to not be able to wave at the dude next door and go “hey, thanks”.
Def malish.