Let your body corporate move to the music

The mysterious noise upstairs you thought was a possum could be Madonna. According to today's Herald Sun one of Madonna's New York neighbours is suing her for causing a commotion (wasn't that Kylie?) of loud music and frequent dance sessions. The neighbour complained about "unreasonably high-decibel, amplified music" and vibrations pouring through walls, ceilings and radiators and blaring music, stomping and shaking walls for up to three hours each day. Doof, doof, doof. We all have one of those honey. It's called apartment living. If you want hoof, hoof, hoof move to the country.

If Madonna wants to dance around her apartment pretending to be...Madonna, well then let her. She only weighs as much as a can of beans so it's not like she will make much impact on the floorboards anyway. There are far worse scenarios in apartment living such as a) living below someone who isn't famous, cannot sing and weighs more than a can of beans and b) living below someone who is a) and has taken up the drums. Given that this neighbour would be out of the country for a large part of the year, I would happily take the material girl's three hours over the nightly domestic horror movie (is that a chainsaw I can hear) neighbour any day. If Like A Virgin is pouring through my radiators I am sure it's better than the rusty clunk it offered when the pipes fired up in the morning. So be neighbourly I say. Go upstairs and invite her around for a hamburger, she might even adopt you if you are real nice.