I reckon that my neighbours are quite bad, always getting busted and blaring music, they moved in 2 months ago and the housing association is already trying to evict them.
Do any of you have terrible neighbours and would you like to share, talking about it must be threpeutic, surely?
When I turn my music down I can hear mine going on about suspension bearings all the time 😉
Yeah, mine barely say hello
What neighbours?
When Im not smacked up mine ramble on warning me of "The Thousand Year Storm" or something
out of interest, which housing association?
Immediate neighbours are always a pain.
Last house I fell out with them because the husband was throwing his fag ends into my garden, current house one neighbour let their friends park on my drive in front of may garage without my permission, the other neighbours let their freinds block the path to my front door by letting them park on the shared access.
We're moving.
I miss the neighbours in my last house: going next door was like one of Flasheart's hair-metal threads, complete with bar in their dining room. Aaaaawesome! 😀
Mine are just fine here. No Skid Row though 🙁
I'd imagine they'll all be very relieved you are KT. 😉
Immediate neighbours are always a pain.
Kingtut; do you ever wonder if, just maybe, people just don't like you? 😉
I have mostly very nice neighbours and we have a nice little community in our block. There is a crack 'n' smack prostitute lives down the end; bloke was taken out by paramedics couple of weekends ago- dead. Not nice. But by and large most folk are pretty decent. The gang of feral kids have been leaned on very heavily by the local plod recently, and are much quieter atm.
And this is a rough estate in that 'unfriendly' London. God knows how some of you lot survive...
Kingtut; do you ever wonder if, just maybe, people just don't like you?
CGAF although it quite possibly could be the case, more likely it's their ignorance.
Such a wonderful, happy outlook on life you have... 🙂
KT, that's probably why they don't care about you either.
If the oddbods ever start playing up, they tend to get "dualling banjos" played at them at full wack........on loop 😀
robdob - MemberKT, that's probably why they don't care about you either.
Sorry, do you know me?
We had a year living next door to three absolute morons; two students and a shift-worker). Computer games and music at high volume, cheering and applauding computer games and TV shows (WTF?) and various indoor sports - all going on until up to 4am. A couple of weeks after they moved in I went around to investigate continuous banging and shouting - after knocking several times I eventually opened the front door myself to find two of them, with their trousers around their ankles, playing football against the front door. This incident very much set the tone for their tenancy.
After numerous 'conversations' and demonstrations of what kind of noise levels would transmit between the properties, they did improve a little; but ultimately they still just couldn't control themselves. It took several interventions from the landlord, noise abatement officers and the police before they took the threat of eviction seriously and reigned it in to something closer to acceptable. By that point, though, we I was so sensitive to noises from their property that anything they did continued to be a nuisance. They departed when their landlord refused them an extension to their lease.
Anyone who suffers from bad neighbours has my deepest sympathy. I'm sure that, in my experience, the people could have been worse - violent or vindictive - but it doesn't alter the fact that they were an ever-present in our home for almost a year. It's like having a guest who just won't leave and who insists upon interupting everything you do with the most irritating thing they can think of. Very, very tiring.
Revenge, as they say, is a dish best served cold.
They: loud music in the middle of the night, dog locked in yard all day and night barking its head off.
Us: small, newborn baby. Lungs like opening the gates of hell.
They: no more noise.
Chap of 75+ one side. No bother at all, nice chap. Takes in parcels etc.
Couple of 60+ the other. Chain-smokers who deep-fry everything they eat. Makes our house stink, as it an ex-council semi. He also has a habit of doing vastly exagerated burps, belches & coughs. Furthermore he is also fond of the most ridiculously loud sneeze. She says nothing to him. My two lads (3 & 5) sometimes copy him. My Wife calls him Flemmy.
Might sound like he's a constant source of annoyance, but they are good neighbours in reality. No loud music / car parking annoyance etc. House kept nice, & they love their garden. We always enjoy a good old natter over the fence now & again.
I've seen how neighbourly disputes can escalate. My brother had a neighbour who's constant web of lies led to him being dragged up in court (& subsequently cleared of any wrong), his 3yr old daughter having nightmares & them finally having to lose a lot of money by moving house.
Trust me, sometimes its better to bite ones tongue as there is nothing worse than having to live in a constant state of dispute. Life is too short.
Just recently moved to new matrimonial home from a city centre flat. There are things that I miss about city centre living, but none of them about living in a flat. Hearing neighbours clunking up and down the stairs, guy downstairs with a large sub-woofer featuring almost nightly earthquakes through the floor, seemingly elephants trampling around upstairs and the guy throught the wall (into the next stair..!) who one day decided to learn the guitar. And then try to sing... To be fair he improved lots over the last 3 years although I didn't appreciate his talents during flat viewing when trying to sell... Chap on the other side occasionally used to like to blare out the theme music to the Love Boat always around 10PM... The less said about the ground floor flat next door with a revoling door of tenants and loud Polish hip-hop the better.
Mine wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the paper thin walls.
That combined with her awful, awful taste in music and a love for late night karaoke can be a little bit wearing.
I did wonder if she would be embarrassed if she knew we could hear her so clearly; then I saw her one day wandering around in tesco in pyjamas and wellies. Clearly this is a lady who does not give one iota of a shite about what people think of her!
Mine was accused of rape but no charges were brought as the case couldn't be proven. We were interviewed by the police and our retelling of the events of that night certainly implicated him but they didn't prosecute him in the end. Thankfully he's moved out now. Horrible little man.
I've seen how neighbourly disputes can escalate.
Thankfully my neighbourly problems haven't escalated or been repeated, a firm word with them did the trick, but I can imagine how utterly distressing and stressful it could become.
As an aside I find it bizarre that 3 people have had a dig at me after my post, as long as you are having fun I guess.
from the title I thought this thread was about a particularly bad episode of the aussie soap..
Chap on the other side occasionally used to like to blare out the theme music to the Love Boat always around 10PM
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I lived above an alcoholic guy in his seventies a few years ago and his late night antics were superb. Here's the letter I sent to social services about him (I got no reply or acknowledgment from them 🙄 )
Dear Sir/ Madam,I’m contacting you regarding some concerns I have over the condition of an elderly resident in my block of flats. The gentleman’s name is XXX and he’s resident at:
XXX
XXX
XXXHe lives alone and is suffering from alcoholism. I’m becoming increasingly concerned about his welfare and the impact it has on the other residents in the block. His age is hard to guess due to the effects of the alcohol but based on his appearance I would estimate him to be 70 to 80 years old. A number of incidents have led me to raise these concerns and these incidents have become much more frequent in nature over recent weeks. The main issues are:
Noise
Most Monday nights around 10 – 11pm, he shouts a variety of abuse, mainly homophobic at the top of his voice. It also occurs frequently at other times but mostly on Monday nights. Recently I have being carrying out some DIY work on my flat which has involved some minor use of power tools. All use was kept to a minimum and conducted during daylight hours and no other residents complained. During this time XXX directed his shouting and abuse at me, constantly screaming “Shut the f*ck up” at the top of his voice and repeatedly screaming the phrase “I’ll come up there and f*cking stab you”. Long after my DIY work had ceased he was continuing to create a disturbance, often lasting several hours. He did this from the confines of his flat and never spoke to me on a face to face basis. He is always very aggressive during these outbursts.
Alcohol
XXX is a severe alcoholic and is rarely, if ever, seen in a sober state. On numerous occasions in recent weeks he has been found incapacitated outside the dwelling. I have observed him being dropped off in a taxi and at those times he is heavily intoxicated. He usually managed to access the main door to the flats and his own flat but more and more often he is unable to open the main door and usually collapses on the doorstep where he will remain until he either wakes up or is aided by a passer by or another resident in the block. I have discovered him in this state several times in the last month and twice in the last week. Both times he was unconscious and lying on the doorstep in heavy rain. I was unable to move him and resorted to contacting the police to assist him. On Saturday the 14th of this month I left the flat for a short time. On my return around 4pm I discovered him standing upright and leaning against his own front door. He had his back to me and I assumed he was able to access his door without assistance so I continued upstairs to my own flat. A few minutes later I left the flat again and when I descended the stairs I discovered he had urinated on the landing outside his front door. Outside the main front door there was a strong smell of urine as well. The following morning someone had cleaned the main step with bleach which leads me to believe he had definitely urinated there as well.
There have been two other more serious alcohol related incidents in the last year.
In the first incident a friend was driving down Brisbane Street in Battlefield when the road was blocked by a body lying in the road. He exited the car and approached the body. The man was unconscious but my friend was able to wake him and establish that it was XXX. He then aided him in accessing his flat.
The second incident was more serious. Around May 06 I was awoken by my door bell at approximately 4am. I looked out the window first and observed a police car in the street outside the block and a smashed item on the road next to a damaged Vauxhall Corsa. I opened the main flat door using the intercom service however no one knocked my door and I returned to bed. In the morning I looked out the window again and I could see that the smashed item was a large clay plant pot and plant and the vehicle had a dent in the roof and bonnet. I knew the car belonged to a neighbour on my floor. When I heard the neighbour leave I opened my door to tell him what had happened. He was unaware of the incident and went to investigate. When I returned from work that day I spoke again to the neighbour who had spoken to the police. Apparently XXX had been approached by two teenagers while staggering home from the pub. They then accompanied him back to his flat where they proceeded to consume all the alcohol he had. At some point during the night they threw the plant pot through his living room window, smashing it, and then it landed on my neighbour’s car causing the damage previously mentioned. They had also taken XXX to the Post Office where they made him withdraw his pension money and then stole it.
I’m also aware that another resident has twice discovered him in a similar state recently. He was discovered slumped on the staircase and the resident tried to assist him but was unable to. On the other occasion XXX chapped his door at 8am on a Saturday morning in a highly intoxicated state and asked for help with his keys.
As I have stated these incidents are becoming far more frequent and my main concern is for XXX safety but I’m also highly concerned about the danger he poses to other residents in the block plus the fact that this behaviour is very anti-social. Due to the fact he’s highly intoxicated all the time I believe he is unable to look after himself. I’m worried that in this state he may attempt to cook and will fall unconscious during that time, severely increasing the fire risk. He may very well be a smoker and again the fire risk posed by his condition is severe.
Other residents in the block include an elderly lady and two flats containing young girls. Given the nature of his abusive language and aggressive tone it’s unfair to expect these people to accept the burden of aiding XXX.
It may be prudent to establish exactly where he is drinking and advising them to refuse him service as he has been spotted in nearby pubs and on his return from the pub he is always in possession of alcohol which he has purchased from an off licence. It’s a disgrace that any pub serves him enough alcohol to get him into that state and that any off licence sells him more alcohol while heavily intoxicated.
I believe the alcohol abuse is severely affecting his ability to look after himself and function normally on a daily basis and I would appreciate Social Services assessing XXX to see if he is able to live on his own or if other care services or facilities are necessary.
I look forward to you investigating this matter and please feel free to contact me with any questions you may have.
God knows how some of you lot survive...
By not living in London mainly!
There are no john-murdering crack 'n' smack prostitutes, or gangs of feral kids in our village (unless you count the Cub Scouts).
I realise this makes it a quiet Nothern backwater that lacks the sophistication of that Laaaandaan, but I quite like greeting people in the street and just getting a cheery "Good morning" in reply, rather than pepper spray or a clip of 9mm shells. 😉
Eeejits like this should be rounded up, given a short course in survival skills, a basic survival kit, then packed off, blindfolded and dropped off in the remotest parts of the world. 😆
That'd learn them!
Most of my immediate neighbours are fine but there is a block of 8 houses infront of me of which 2 are housing association and they moved in one god awful family a few years back. (ex)Junkie mom, 5 feral kids, thick low level drug dealing 'dad' - father of most of the kids is in jail. Neither works and they have no regard for any of their neighbours. Police activity has died down a bit of late but i did call them out when they were shooting an air rifle out of their garden and the pellets were hitting my house - the police did bugger all of course.... The foul language the mother aims at her young children is terrible - if i didn't hate the lot of them so much i'd almost feel sorry for them. They are the next generation of teenage mothers and yobbish retards in the making. Shame really. The people immediately around them are now trapped in their homes as they are pretty much unsellable. Everybody hates them as a result but are too frightened of the repercussions if they make complaints, after all, what have the pikeys got to lose?
When asked about our neighbours, my lad says Lucy is dead (true, empty house now), and Sheila is deaf.
TBH she may be dead too, I only hear anything from her house when her grandkids visit.
one of my next door neighbours always makes sure the bins are out and brings them back in again. he always clears the common path we both use while i'm still thinking about it.
on the other side, my other neighbour is a gardening freak and will tidy up my garden when i, in my slackness, let it go a bit.
her neighbour works in the theatre and gets me freebie tickets if i ask nicely
at the front of the house, there's a chinese woman who always says hello and gives me little snacks from time to time, no idea why, but they're really nice
and her neighbour's kids are a bit noisy, but polite and always say hello (and mum's quite hot as well)
sorry to spoil the thread, but my neighbours are great.
This is rather relevant, as our's is a complete psycho!
He's recently made an official complaint to the Environmental Health about us walking too loudly around our house (I didn't realise socks made that much noise!)
Last Friday, he's screaming expletives through the wall at us, then as I set off cycling to work, tries to chase me in his car to run me down! 😯
Our neighbours are brilliant on both sides. Couldn't ask for better really.
Jeez, and I thought I had it bad with the guy in the flat below me who can't seem to master his stereo's bass controls and occasionally talks very loudly about how hardcore rad to the max he is.
It's not all bad though - he kindly leaves his DH bike in his front room window, which should mean any tealeaves concentrate on his bike collection rather than mine!
My neighbors are great , but my mate just moved house as his MS was making stairs difficult sometimes . His new neighbor greeted him with ' you can't chop any of the trees down in YOUR garden because I've taken a preservation order out on them' not even a hello!
We made the mistake of living next to our landlords who thought that "managing the property" meant anything they say goes. Big country house(them), barn conversion with seperate drive and garden partly seperated by hedge (us). Examples of behaviour included;
1. Moving my bike tyre off our drive and hanging it on front door.
2. Moving my bike tyre off said drive again,hanging it on door, complete with message suggesting i place tyre in our shed and should not ignore this message.
3. Snooping around our bedrooms when they read the meter in the kitchen.
4. Cutting grass, weeding our garden without asking if its ok first.
5. Taking our house keys when i left them in the shed while out riding for 30 minutes. We all do this once, but I might explain, we lived in the middle of no where, my wife was in, and crashing around in the kitchen. They then did not return keys for 4 hrs, no doubt to teach us a lesson as we looked high and low for them, although i knew it could only have been them.
6. Making up stuff or wrongly interpreting contractual tenacy obligations
7. On at least one occasion owned up to entering property without prior arrangement.
So, nothing major, but after 6 months we'd had enough of being watched and our privacy invaded. The only reason we did not confront them was due to organising in double quick time our wedding which was stressful enough.
Was pleasing to see that it took them a further 9 months to rent the property at a vastly reduced rental amount.
I'm currently going through the police/Environmental health with my neighbours.
I can't get into it to much but I've been assaulted, My two year old son has been verbally abused as has my wife.
Our neighbours are alcoholics and as the day goes on they get louder and more abusive. We've been given cctv by the police which seems to have calmed things down for the last couple of weeks but we know that this is going to go on and on.
My neighbour ran out of Macadamia nuts the other night, then ran out of Speyside malts and we had to resort to Islay. We have reported him to the Community Association.
cynic-al - Member
When I turn my music down I can hear mine going on about suspension bearings all the time
Just turn your hearing aid down as well!
midlifecrashes - Member
My neighbour ran out of Macadamia nuts the other night, then ran out of Speyside malts and we had to resort to Islay. We have reported him to the Community Association.
Good God this is awful. I hope it was Laphroaig.
Our friends in Abergavenny used to live next to "Mad Evans"
Google "Mad Evans Abergavenny" and you'll find out. She's been in the national newspapers, on UK teatime TV.
Absolute old psycho.
Our friends now live in a Barn Conversion miles from anyone!
Sorry to ruin it, but our neighborhood is great. man on one side keeps mostly to himself(very shy) but is quite friendly once you get to know him.
On the other side, we had a moody old cow(recent divorcee) tried to make life difficult by saying I moved our property line. She is gone, and has been replaced by a really hot friendly lady, who we are friends with.(took care of her cats last week when she went on holiday).
A really good friend(came to my wedding) lives behind us, and most of our cycling club live on our street or very close. Its great!
Oh yeah, and I live in the south as well! 😆
My whole neighbour hood is nuts, people shouting at all hours of the day and night, beebing horns, blasting music.
As for my actual neighbours, I have a criminal living next door, who I don't really mind, but him getting busted all the time and blaring music as well as my buzzer going at all hours of the day and night, can be a bit of a pain.
Earlier today busted by the coppers, so had a joint in the stair, one of my bearing suppliers turns up for a delivery. You've got the fuzz taking away evidence and the stair smelling of dope. Doesn't look good, since I need that supplier, just like I need my other 6 suppliers.
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Then you have the polish couple down the stairs on the opposite side, who have to put up with the shady bloke and his noise. Lovely quiet hard working people, below me is the housing association that takes up three levels. On the other side below my polish neighbours you have a woman of african decent who is also lovely and at the bottom floor.
Crazy Alkie Lady.
she blares music at all hours of the day and night, invites her friends over for a Karaoke, ever heard an alcoholic Karaoke, vocal cords destroyed by alcohol abuse. One night she played the same song for 6 hour in a row and sang at the top of her lungs. Then she sang a song that she improvised on the spot, I like fu king sex, well a do, No all no shurrup, a like fu king sex and am no bothered who kens it.
time for the chorus
I LIKE FU KING SEX, I LIKE FU KING SEX, I LIKE FU KING SEX, SO A FU KING DO!!!
I could go on all day and night about my neighbours, but I just laugh when it happens, then call the cops or environmental wardens.
We are for the most part crammed in like sardines, sh1t is gonna happen! all you can really do is survive!
He's recently made an official complaint to the Environmental Health about us walking too loudly around our house (I didn't realise socks made that much noise!)Last Friday, he's screaming expletives through the wall at us, then as I set off cycling to work, tries to chase me in his car to run me down!
you live next door to KingTut and I win £5..
I lived nextdoor to some pretty irritating lads once..
I used to live down the hall from a gang of feral youths.. one of whom rented a bedsit and the other twenty or so of them took advantage and used it as their weed/whitecider/techno/gurners and boasting den..
At first I was all live and let live about it... At the time I was fond of a party and as I played some loud music myself occasionally I thought it would be handy to be able to blame it on them.. things got a bit too much eventually.. with fighting in the hall.. police.. stolen goods and a couple of demands of money with menaces..
My girlfriend at the time knocked one of them out cold with a china doornob one night by throwing it down the stairs and catching him square between the eyes after encountering him brandishing a knife and growling incoherent threats..
I didn't sleep properly for weeks because of the 24 hour noise and I was a bit fearful of having to go round and have a word..
my fears were unfounded however.. I was invited in.. offered a spliff and a line.. given a cuppa.. listened to earnestly and given assurances that I wouldn't be disturbed again..
it worked pretty well.. and if the noise ever got too much again I had only to go and bang on the door for instant gratification..
unsurprisingly neighbours can be very ... err.. neighbourly
My neighbour leaves the key to his car in the ignition. Therefore I use it.
He's quiet other than Friday and Sat evening between 12:30 and 2am where he more often than not karaokes.
Spoke with him one Sunday evening when he was screaming James blunt, he appologised and that was it. Turned it down quite a bit and is otherwise really canny.
I was going to get environmental health involved but on going to ask about his boiler and how it was setup, he invited me in and showed me everything there was to know about modifying the house and heating.
[b]cynic-a[/b]l - Member
When I turn my music down I can hear mine going on about suspension bearings all the time
[b]kaesae[/b] - Member
Just turn your hearing aid down as well!
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Ha ha! Pwned! Nice one Kaesae; qualitage!
We used to live in a flat above a real twunt, the other neighbours were all lovely but he just terrorised them (we were the only ones working, everyone else was retired, including him). He was one of those mean, petty, bitter old fools, he thought he lorded it over everyone in the flats and constantly sniped and bragged. He hated the fact I had bikes, and made snippy comments just loud enough for me to hear - which I just ignored. There was a communal car parking spot out the front for vistors which he decided was his (he did drive a Lexus with a personalised plate - says it all really) and had a screaming hissy fit if anyone went near it.
He was really nasty to the poor old housebound woman next to him, a real bully. He tried it with us once when we moved in, but I told him in uncertain terms where he stood and then he just resorted to muttered mindless comments - he never actually had the bottle to stand up to me to my face. He told another (lovely) couple that he wished they were dead when they returned from her mothers' funeral (they'd parked briefly out the front on the way to it)! His wife was utterly terrified of him - she wouldn't speak to him when she answered the door when his TV was blaring late at night, she said she was "too scared" of him. Basically, a bully.
I largely ignored the old twunt, even when I am sure it was him who put 3 dents in our car. I did accidentally spin my muddy wheel on my bike after cleaning it all over his precious just-valeted car a couple of times though. So clumsy.
I so badly wanted to pay to have an unmarked skip parked clumsily next to his car to block him in when we left, but decided it was just sad how much bitterness he held inside him. It would have been hilarious though, as he would have internally combusted, I am sure.
Old guy a couple of doors down gets pissed and does the shouting thing a lot, lots of kids in our street so police get called a lot his language is not the best.
Got a suspended sentence for aiming a crossbow at someone he thought was selling drugs to kids. Police came round and took a whole load of guns away. A few weeks after that he was shooting a starter pistol out of his window, cue more police and screaming.
When he's sober he's fine but that's getting rarer and rarer now, last weekend he was standing in the middle of the road trying to sell a bike at 9.30 on a saturday night.
His catchphrase is "I'm not a c***" usually repeated over and over while police try and calm him down.
My neigbourly woes have been well documented on here.
Recent incidents include him getting a heatpump installed in his house which meant they really could only get the inverter to his via my path and over my (****n expensive) new fencing. Which they destroyed. I was actually in at the time and saw them do it so went out. They sort of stood there going erm, ah, yeah but he said it would be fine. I took some photos and told him he;d be paying for the replacement. He said that they would not have been on my property etc - its physically impossible for him to get to that bit of his house without going on my property and anyway I HAD PHOTOS of them there at the time. Long story - solicitors letter. Got home to find he had scaffolded his house which meant scaff all over my path and accessway !! Rang the scaff company told them to come and take it down which to their credit they did quick smart as the owner had a written access declaration from him with a scribbled signature which was apparently mine! He was mortifed and being a staunch kiwi bloke hit my neighbour up about it while i was there, classic, he was stumped about what to say. Just to really finish things off i've reported his illegal garage to the council and also he has now got a letter telling him he can;t park his car on my land which is what he has been doing (and i turned a blind eye for a long time but then needed access to that space).
Quite frankly he is a d1ck and i've tried to be reasonable for a long time but its one way traffic so **** him.
On one side there's a lovely couple from Devon who bake me things and are always offering to help me with the garden.
On the other side there's a biker, nice enough guy, but keeps himself to himself. He has some enormous friends who pop around every now and again to do biker type stuff in the back garden.
My flat used to be occupied by a working girl, I've had a couple of visits from confused looking gents who've made their excuses and left. One of them propositioned my ex, asking her if she was 'new' when she answered the door!
Mother in law (lives in the US) had a meth den in the flat downstairs and in the storage unit across the road a "working girl" bought a unit, a mattress and ran her business from there. WONDERFUL area (Auburn, Washington if anyone cares).
think i'm pretty lucky where i live at the moment, the only negatives are:
1) the family over the road.. 8 kids, broken old v8 landrover the mum drives about loudly in the middle of the night to drop drugs off at her local family houses to be sold. the only house in the cul de sac that makes it look remotely scruffy.
2) my OH's constant parking battle with the ladies next door, they wont speak to each other which is highly amusing, some weird woman battle for superiority thing.
other than that its full of 2 or 3 bedroom houses with young families and couples. nobody really chats to each other much, but i think its just peachy as it is, peaceful, quiet and pretty safe 🙂
My neighbours are cool, really relaxed. The only fault is her taste in music and, occasionally only, her screaming "Give it to me, deeeeepaaaaa!!!!!!! Faaaaaaa!!!! Oooh yaaaa!!!!" etc. One of the other neighbours went to see if she was ok, he suspected her being hurt. We still laugh at him after several months.
I have the clampits next door as neighbours... 5 of them (3 kids, 2M & 1F - all teenagers) in a two bed mid terrace with a large dog. On occasion the gran parents come to visit also with one of their cousins. So that's now 8 people 4 adults and 4 kids. I reckon they must pick a stair each and crash out on it.
A couple of months back there was a problem with the communal drain which runs along the back of our property. Next door (dubbed Onslo) proceeded to try an unblock it with various brush shafts etc and anything he pulled out (sanitary towels etc) he left in a neat little pile in our garden. Nice. Turns out the source of the problem was coming from their property and flows past ours then onto the main soil connection at the front of the property. Got a **** off big fence built up now! 🙂
Also come home from work to find them sunbathing in our garden on occassion!
I had a neighbour in London that used to shout out at the top of her voice that she was coming.
I absolutely loved it and never tired of being woken by it. Mrshora said she wanted to gag her 😆
my housemate is rounder and greasier than a ball of butter. He replied to an advert to fill a room. My other housemate who 'approved' him has since moved out... grr.
This guy is incredible; typical meals are 6 chicken wings, packet of sausages, bag of chips and big coffee from the same mug he's been using for 3months. Covers the kitchen in grease, the kettle is always greasy, house stinks of meat, his room smells like it has a couple of prostitutes hidden under the floorboards and does sod all housework.
I'm looking forward to moving out too, he's a nightmare. And depressing.
retro83 - Member
That combined with her awful, awful taste in music and a love for late night karaoke can be a little bit wearing.I did wonder if she would be embarrassed if she knew we could hear her so clearly; [b]then I saw her one day wandering around in tesco in pyjamas and wellies[/b]. Clearly this is a lady who does not give one iota of a shite about what people think of her!
Around here this is some sort of uniform, when you see a woman in PJ's in the middle of the day it sets you wondering whether she has just got up, not got changed, or is planning an early night? Lazy cows!
I moved, therefore I am happy once more. 😆
It would have led to assult charges if i didnt move!
Sick to death of my old neighbours territorial nonsense.
Parked HIS car in front of MY house for a year solid. When he moved his car, he put another car in its place, so he wouldn't lose the space.
Even moved MY bin bags in front of MY house so HIS bin bags were nearest HIS house (he had no wall on the pavement as he converted his front garden to a parking space, so put his bin bags in front of the wall in front of MY house).
All attempts at being reasonable failed and he was always right. Now have lovely neighbours who I either never see or chat to over the wall occasionally. Lovely lovely lovely. I didnt realise quite how much it affected my life until I left it behind.
Yeah, you get a lot of people nowadays who seem to think mucking other people about, is some kind of accomplishment. I blame it on the TV, all these stupid plots and scemes or deranged lunatic characters.
I just avoid our modern culture, every time I come across so called normal people or norms as I like to call them, they try and turn my life into a soap show.
Then you have biking, the great escape, where people are fit and healthy even happy 😀 norms! say hi to them and 9 out of 10 will ignore you.
Bikers! say hi and you've got a much better chance of making a connection and getting through to an actual person.
Modern living isn't easy, but we have some of the biggest fools since the dawn of time in charge or our lives. I just laugh about my neighbours for the most part, as long as they don't pose a physical threat. If they do pose a physical threat, just go into survival mode and do what you have to!
Thanks to everyone that posted, not sure why but it feels strangely comforting knowing other people have to put up with sh1t as well. Saying that, I hope you are all safe and don't let it get you down too much. Those of you that have kids, that sucks, if I could help I would.
End of the day, wait until you move, then go commando on their ass's. Creative revenge, sh1t in your life, sh1t in their's! at a time and place of your choosing, of course!
Some funny posts, I hope that there are more, I do love to laugh!
There must be more funny stories?
we had a period of a crazed raver playing music through a massive system and lots of underage party goers all night during the week and weekends. He's gone now.Was hell trying to sleep.
It's like they live in a bubble made of me! Me! ME! I was a raver back in the early 90's.
Mad for it and an expert glow stick waver!
1 flat below years ago in Glasgow used to always wake us up with dance music at 2-3am. Eventually called Polis who suprisingly turned up and we let them into the close. The sound of the toilet frantically flushing as the Polis banged on the door shouting Strathclyde Polis Open the door now! still lives with me.
Lived in an old converted house for a while with centralised boiler and electrics. 1 t**t wouldn't stop playing heavy metal at 3 am so I just went and switched his electric off. He cursed and banged into things for about 1/2 an hour before he gave up till morning.
We've lived in Toxteth (knife gangs broke into that block of flats and 'steamed' through.) They left before they got up to our flat but they cut up a couple of people on the ground floor. Plus we were pretty much the wrong colour so we got a lot of agro when we came in and out of the flat not to mention getting acosted by all sorts of neer do wells all the time including the prostitutes who used the front wall as a resting place. I was threatened with guns when I asked two lads to turn the music down in their car.
We've lived in inner city Manchester, one chap got stabbed in our back garden, another just across the road, offie at the top of the road was always getting held up with guns and I would regularly have to nudge smack heads off our front lawn with my boot.
Then we moved here. None of that stuff but the anti-social behaviour was appalling. I've had so many arguments with the kids on the street (all growed up now, let on to me and talk), we've had properly noisy and thoughtless neighbours on both sides, music so freaking loud it could be heard on the main road, cars parked right across our drive, cans and fag ends thrown in our garden, front and back. I've had to rescue my son more than once from the local ****wits trying to start a fight with him.
And all in all, the anti-social behaviour has a massively greater impact on quality of life than the proper nasty violent stuff. The way it slowly creeps into your life and pervades through it until it's trying to take over your soul. It's scary looking out the back window and seeing someone lying in a pool of blood but it's far more likely to make you mental listening to someone try finally string all the notes of 'stairway to heaven' together with a four star rating at top ****ing volume for the 49th frigging time.
I'm 42 and, for the first time ever, I like my neighbours.
So far:-
**** drug dealer and his barking dog. He claimed his dog barked cos we were teaching it swear words.....
Moron white van driver who thought parking his mobile advert that he had no education outside my house was somehow good.
Idiot who thought HIS dog coming into my garden was my fault and left a note through my door asking ME to change my fence for a higher one.
BITCH Olivia and her yapping runt dogs. Barking 24:7. We complained, she dismissed. Her dogs shat on my drive, she dismissed. Her dogs attacked my ex, she dismissed. I'd happily have killed her and her dogs.
Current neighbour is lovely 🙂
I appreciate many of my problems are dog related and I don't want people to think I hate dogs.
But I do. They stink.
The worst neighbours ever, COULD MAKE YOU EAT YOUR OWN BEARD!
(Plus check out the hot redhead)
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I absolutely loved it and never tired of being woken by it. Mrshora said she wanted to gag her
Cracking one off to the neighbours. An honourable past time
Not cracking one off- shagging. You could hear her panting (I'm surprised she never passed out from over-oxygenation) and then her mantra...oh Im going to come, Im going to come...IM COMING IM COMING (shouted as if she was reading it off a sheet of paper).
Oh. Loved it 
Then on the flipside was the girl my bestmate used to see- she used to burst into tears and cry at orgasm (yes, she really was happy apperently).