No sooner had my last verse mentioned the joys of staying up all night than this happened. Please don’t read this as arguing that the solution to all problems is to call the police
November verse 4: When neighbours have a noisy party I wake at two, hear thumping music, sink back deep inside my dream of old alarms. But meanwhile you stick useless earplugs in, you scream a silent (thank you!) scream, phone coppers: Don't chase crime, be music-stoppers. You pace, you read, drink water, weep: the lads next door have murdered sleep. And I snooze on, as some through warnings scientists give on climate change, through so much violence, so much strange and deadly in our world. This morning cops at last came, put things right. Your vigil brought a silent night.