I wimped out at 11pm after one soft rock bassline too many (you tear me up inside? break me up? bastard, I'll break you), but called security to do the dirty. Fifteen minutes of quiet, then back on. Until 3.30am. Peace reigns now, so I'll take the opportunity to hammer in a few nails right next to his bedroom (because it is a he, surely). Ha, yes, that will help.