My childhood in a nutshell, well it all started in Northampton in the 80s.

I didn't even know I was in the closet but I did find George Michael in there.

My dad was the manager of the local football club,

but the only thing I was tackling was a good act of a Christie.

I don't know why I'm telling you about it.

They've only gone and turned it into a series.

So do yourself a favour and watch my awkward years in glorious technicolor,

changing in stream free on ITVX.

Comedy is back in the building.

This happened last night around 2.30am.

I definitely don't want to meet or ever see who I heard last night,

but I'm also looking for advice on if I should actually be as freaked out as I am.

I'll start off by saying I don't live in the nice est area.

It's not crime-ridden, but I don't feel comfortable around any of the people,

including my building security guards who spend a lot of time sleeping in my hometown or apartment building.

So last night I was getting ready to go to bed.

I turned off my TV, AC, etc, and it was completely silent in my living room.

I'm sitting on the couch and I hear people talking from what sounds like the back balcony next to us.

I live on a higher floor.

Nothing unusual there.

Sound permeates our windows easily, I guess,

but I had never heard anyone speaking so clearly before.

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