So - new neighbour moves in to the unit adjoining this one. First night and she must've had a few sherbets, the David Bowie (the bad stuff) comes out at full volume, door open, and of course full on drunken karaoke.

Now in communal living you have to be tolerant and expect a bit of noise. Im a patient man (no... really, Jules!) but 3 hours of it was enough... after asking myself "what would Jesus do" (chortle) the answer came to me....

Rammstein "Du Hast" with full subwoofer. pH34r my sound system

Peace returns to our little village once again.

There may be no first strike, but retaliation can be a lot of fun sometimes

Thats all - just had to share.

I'm having a 1980-something flashback complete with snippets of the entire Let's Dance album running through my head!

I`ve had endless fun with neighbours. the ones at my last place, but also with this one aswell......

My last flat was a housing association property - actually a very nice spacious 1-bedroom flat, but the neighbours left a little to be desired....

Let me explain, I got a flat with this housing firm cos i didnt want to wait on the council list for months, and i couldnt afford a mortgage - unbeknown to be, the firm took the tenants that the council wanted shot of, aswell as the folks who just wanted somewhere to live...
So I moved in, nice flat, but had to redecorate first to remove the dark red pentangle on the living room wall...
My neighbours... the girl to my left, I`m convinced was a call-girl or something, odd noises at all hours, the faint insistant reggae music, rythmic thumping noises through the wall, oh, the ever-present smell of certain herbs as well - which to be honest, if you`d had a hard day at work all you had to do was open windows and inhale heavily and everything would melt away.........
The woman below, nice girl, but lousy taste in men. She had about 9 or 10 partners in two years, and you`d always get shouted arguments and screams out in the street in the middle of the night - she`d always get beaten up, but never had the nerve to dump them until inevitably, the police were called (usually by me) Felt sorry for her really...
The guy next door to me was an MC and DJ at a local niteclub, and also a part-time pimp and drug-dealer. He once accused me of scratching his car, and paid me a visit in the middle of the night accompanied by one of his mates.... how I ever got them to leave without me getting a pasting i`ll never know (hint: if your doorbell goes at 3am it aint gonna be good news) I kept a cricket bat behind the door for a while after that...
Oh, and if you buy a brand-new Nintendo64, make sure anyone trailing you home cant see what you`ve got... I got broken into twice - once for the N64, a day after i`d bought it - and once a month later for the one i`d bought to replace it thru the insurance. I`m sure this was my sisters scumbag boyfriend, but I wasn`t 100% sure - but I made sure he got what was coming to him nevertheless

My present place is far better in many ways - for a start I own my flat, but i`ve had dealings with the lad who used to live upstairs from me - his penchant for torch songs, judy garland, shirley bassey and kylie minogue at 2am were a bit too much to handle sometimes. I called out a friend of mine who worked for the local Environmental Health Noise Pollution team more than once. He used to "borrow" a shopping trolley from the supermarket down the road and leave it dumped in the communal carpark - until I had a bit too much to drink one night and took matters into my own hands.
What I did was to get the trolley up four flights of stairs (somehow) and tie it to his door handle, thus insuring that when he opened the door the trolley would come rolling happily in...
He moved out about two years ago, did a runner to down london i think - I know the bailiffs were after him for a while.

I think if you get noise, give it back! If you get hassle, don`t stand for it!

And the old saying "Dont get mad, get even"

Bloody Hell, Tom. I couldn't stand for any of that.

We, My wife and I, moved into this house a week before Emily was born. Eight years in July. An old lady lived next door, On her own She was quiet but a few months down the road she was moved into a home.
A year after that, like, y'know, a year of total quiet, a family with three boys moves in. One of those family's that have all the relatives over every five minutes! They needed to turn their new two bedroom home into a three bedroom. which meant a so-called joiner buiding new stairs. every night for months it was constant banging as this prick made more mess. The man of the house had one of those voices that even if he whisperd it was heard a mile a way. The contstant thumping up and down the stairs was awful. The eldest boy began a ritual of drinking and became like a leader of his piers and thus they were always hanging over the fence drinking, shouting, smoking and generally having very little regard for anyone else at two, three in the morning.
One morning, after constant noise from them, my wife got up about four-ish. She thudded around slammed doors shouted instead of talked. Vacumed. and anything else that we could do to let them know what its like, we did. They were soooo quiet for a couple of months after that.
I could go on as the list is endless.
They moved out at the begining of the year. The man who lives there now is related to loud mouth. But its great. He works shifts so is in and out at odd hours but what a relief to have peace at last.

Heh - woke up on the couch at 1 am this morning after a mate came over to watch the footy... dont remember him leaving but the CD's are all out all over the place. Now I'm probably the bad guy in the block - unless they all think it was just her at it again!




*ahem* - think curry and clubs with Markp and myself a few months ago.... 4 am and we decided that it would be fun to get out the electric mandolin and guitars

Thats allowed. Comes under the heading of "Entertaining visitors and an introduction to cultural diversity"