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When 9 to 5 becomes 24/7

A lady called Diane Duffin has run into trouble with authorities in Sheffield for playing Dolly Parton tracks around the clock. Apparently, neighbouring tenants haven't taken too kindly to her non-stop country music festival.

It reminds me of the lyric to a 1970s Parton hit called "Two doors down", in which the prescient songstress clearly foresees events that are to take place in the UK some three decades later:

Two doors down
They're laughing and drinking and having a party
Two doors down
They're not aware that I'm around
Cause here I am
Crying my heart out and feeling sorry
While they're having a party two doors down

Press reports suggest that Diane may be evicted and given an ASBO, but I have a more inventive suggestion. Why don't they turn the estate into a British version of the Dollywood theme park? That way, the neighbours could get involved too.

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  1. Mike Hoffman3:23 PM

    A similar nuisance prosecution has just happened up the road in Newcastle - this time Wham's "Last Christmas" was the nuisance track being played repeatedly at top volume. (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tyne/6948126.stm).

    I think the seasonal goodwill had run out by mid May when the offence took place.

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