What The Hell?

Just after I moved in about two and a half years ago, my neighbour was arrested for beating up his girlfriend. He put up such a fight that the police threatened to taser him.

A few weeks ago, the mentally deranged father of another neighbour was hauled off by the police at five in the morning. He too, put up a good fight and thus left my front door looking like a bear had tried to get in.

Yesterday afternoon, while everyone in the office was thinking about going home and wondering what to have for dinner, someone in the apartment building behind our office chopped off someone else's head with a machete.

Thanks for my nice "welcome home", England. I feel like Simba in 'The Lion King' when he comes back to Pride Rock and it's all a mess.