Oh, I'm not sure we are done just yet
Had a friend back in the college-years (waaaaay back....) who had a big stereo and the stamina to use it consistently to its full capabillity every thursday-friday-saturday-sunday night untill late.
So far so good, only minor problems with neighbors (I guess we were all kinda loud) until one famed friday night, when he decided to go downtown in the middle of a record.
So he left his rega turntable to its own devices. Now, in case you don't know, it was one of those things that doesn't lift the pickup automatically at the end of the last track...
When the neighbors and justabout everybody above and below had been entertained with >THUMP<...>THUMP<...>THUMP<... for around 3 hours they kinda lost patience with my friend, three of the biggest guys rammed his door and killed the thing.
6 am my friend comes home, not really sober, sees the damage, but wisely decides it better attended to in the morning. Or afternoon, whatever comes first. Wakes up 7:30 am as his radio alarmclock goes off at max. level (the intruders fixed that).
Obviously now in a more sensitive state, he gets so annoyed that he grabs the radio and pulls hard. Somehow he must have forgotten the wire going from the socket near the floor to the back of the radio, but he is kindly reminded, as his 2,5 m high by 4 m wide fully loaded book-cabinet, in which the radio was placed, describes an almost perfect quarter circle down over my friend and his bed, emptying all its contents along the way. Timber...
We later found broken stuff as far away as the hallway.
He had some explaining to do to the administrator the following monday about his door, the book cabinet, the big dents in the floor and the broken bedframe. He then had the style to go buy a new stereo and turntable.
He just got a little more quiet after that
Cheers
Stubbe