The twat who thought that 07:15 this morning was a good time to fire up an industrial shredder and feed timber into it 6m away from my bedroom window.
I stood on my garden bench to look over the fence and congratulate him on his choice of time of day for such activities.
I'm sorry, he says. And then proceeded to start the machine again.
I suggested that he wasn't in the slightest bit sorry, otherwise he wouldn't have re-started the machine.
But I've already woken you up, says he.
I think it was me climbing over the fence and proceeding towards him that convinced him that switching off the machine was the optimal route for him to take.
Twat.