| 00:00 - 00:03 | House move update. The music room has been laid out, |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | in an aesthetically pleasing yet pratical way. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | We can use the Met Line to get to RAM |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | or if that's buggered we can always use the Bakerloo Line, |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | though to be honest I'd rather cover myself in petrol and light myself up than suffer that horror. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Yes, yes. But is mum going to let me practise? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Don't tell me she still says I'm too bloody loud.. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Emlee... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Mum... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | ... Mum says you're still too bloody loud. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | She can't watch her favourite shows on the telly. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | All those who have had shower gel bottles thrown at them from the 1st floor landing, stay. Rest, leave. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | Crikey! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Crikey and then some!! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Forgive me but isn't the whole point of a music room to doooo music?! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | If she just shut the lounge door it wouldn't be a problem. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | But noooo, she needs to let the air 'flow'. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | And why the hell hasn't the music room got a door anyway?! |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Did it just walk off down the street one day? |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | And you'll love this. It's not even a standard bloody door! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | You could always practise in your bedroom whilst you wait for the door. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Sod off smart arse. Always a bloody answer for everything. |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | I'm just saying as a temporary solution.. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Don't say another word. I want to practise in the music room. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Standard door my arse! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Who would build a room with a non-standard door? The fucking 7 dwarves. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Hi ho, hi ho. It's through the non-standard door we go. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | I'd shove that fucking non-standard door up their arses if they were here. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Do I look Happy or Bashful? No, I'm Grumpy! |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | And then I get Phill to measure up the door frame so he can get me a door |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | and then he fucks off to Turkey for a fortnight. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | When he comes back I'll send him on another holiday to see that maniac Stalin? |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | No-one understands my pain. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Music is my passion. I love the trumpet. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I might even get good enough to be on telly one day. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Damn it. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Everything was going so well and then mum and a bloody non standard door have to fuck it up |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | The whole point of different rooms is so that you can do different things in them and not disturb anyone |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | She's in a room with a door she doesn't want to close |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | And I'm in a room without a door that I want to shut |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | You couldn't make it up, could you?! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's her time of the month, she'll calm down in a bit. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Maybe I could practise in the bedroom. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I was doing that when Stu came round that day. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | At least it's got a door. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Mum was shouting 'Emlee' up the stairs for hours. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I didn't hear a fucking thing. Fortunately I wasn't practising Arban Studies that day. Thank God. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | I'd have looked a right chump. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Get me an expensive double gin.. |
