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my neighbours (if you think yours are bad)

def chrisdef chris
edited February 2010 in Chit chat
over the past 5 yrs or so Ive had the worst succession of neighbours ever. I live on a 1st floor flat with 2 other flats across the corridoor which is about 3 meters long, and in one of the flats is a nice old lady who keeps herself to herself and is no trouble. the other flat of the 3 is cursed, I swear. it's ridiculous

when I moved in to my flat, the guy who lived there was out on bail, kept asking me to see his collection of guns, and in the end burnt his kitchen down and ran off and has never been seen again. the next guy who moved in was a drug dealer and used to get chased up the stairs and be literally struggling to push his door shut so whoever was chasing him couldn't get in. the couple who moved in after him used to have big screaming arguments in the corridoor, and the guy would sometimes lock the girl out all night and she'd be weeping and banging on their door all night. the guy who moved in after them was brazilian and another dealer, and used to have all types of people threatening to kick his door down. once there were about 20 people kicking his door in and the police got called, told everyone to go away or they'd be arrested, but 5 minutes later some different guys came back with a baseball bat and it all started again. and now this new guy has moved in...the police have already been called 4 times - once about 2 weeks ago because his girlfriend started smashing his car up outside in the courtyard after they'd had an argument, and yesterday I heard a group of guys knocking on his door and I heard one of them say "let's just kick it down" - although they didn;'t, but I expect they'll be back.

WTF?!?! it's honestly ridiculous and I think the flat is cursed, or whoever moves into it is.

rant over :mad:
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  • beanzbeanz
    edited February 2010
    You know the thought occurs that maybe YOU are the unusual neighbor in that neighborhood, If all around you is disorder, then order is out of place.

    :lol:

    (btw...should have invited the girl locked out in for the night...)
  • grey keygrey key
    edited February 2010
    The old lady next door chomps her rich tea biscuits really loud at about 3pm, then she freaks me out by being really quiet for the rest of the time.
    Every time I read that the oldest person in the world has died, I have to do a quick check to see it isn't ME..........
  • JuanF. RamirezJuanF. Ramirez
    edited February 2010
    Are you sure it was not the old lady who said 'let's just kick it down'? Beware of her...
  • psj3809psj3809
    edited February 2010
    Its lucky you are def in this instance and cant hear any of it
  • XTM of TMGXTM of TMG
    edited February 2010
    I used to have a soprano opera singer in the flat next to mine and to add insult to injury, the walls are somewhat thin (usually not that much of an issue because fortunately, most neighbours are not that loud). When she lived there, I often worked shifts so when I was doing late shifts, it was pretty annoying to hear her practicing her voice starting at about 9-10 am, when I was usually ready to get up at about 12 ...

    Though I hate it much more when you work an early shift and some wanker keeps quiet the whole day only to start listening to music or having loud talks late in the evening.
  • deadpan666deadpan666
    edited February 2010
    Hehe...I knew my block of flats was bad when I went in for a cuppa with the lovely old dear who moved in next door and she said "So what did you do to get a flat here??"
    "What?"
    "Well, I'm bi-polar and get drunk to combat the effects...the guy across from you is a dealer, the one upstairs is a junkie and the couple above you are just out of jail..."

    I just make sure and stay away at weekends....add some freaky deaky ghostly type happenings in my flat and it all adds up to a fun place!! Although so far this year there have been no police ringing my bell at 3am looking for one of the other tenants! Yay!
    The Black Cauldron (PC)
  • dm_boozefreekdm_boozefreek
    edited February 2010
    ...and Berwick used to be so nice when I was a kid :lol:
    Every night is curry night!
  • deadpan666deadpan666
    edited February 2010
    dm_boozefreek wrote: »
    ...and Berwick used to be so nice when I was a kid :lol:

    Ah...but this is the Berwick of the North remember! :) It's kind of evenly split between old fogies getting sea air to prolong their lives and random unemployed folks that no-one know what to do with....I fall somewhere inbetween of course...:D
    The Black Cauldron (PC)
  • frobushfrobush
    edited February 2010
    Is Berwick English or Scotch (sic)?
  • grey keygrey key
    edited February 2010
    frobush wrote: »
    Is Berwick English or Scotch (sic)?

    Both !.....................
    Every time I read that the oldest person in the world has died, I have to do a quick check to see it isn't ME..........
  • deadpan666deadpan666
    edited February 2010
    There's a bit of a debate about where exactly Berwick is with regards to England or Scotland..http://www.englandsnortheast.co.uk/BerwickuponTweed.html

    I stay in North Berwick though, which is a completely seperate place in East Lothian and nowhere near the Borders town of Berwick....Just to clear that up! :)
    The Black Cauldron (PC)
  • zx1zx1
    edited February 2010
    frobush wrote: »
    Is Berwick English or Scotch (sic)?

    Well theres Berwick on Tweed, which i think is just over the border in England and North Berwick in Scotland which is somewhere in East Lothian.
    The trouble with tribbles is.......
  • fogfog
    edited February 2010
    it could be worse... you could be living next to znor / grey / frobrush or all THREE :-o (oh and gerald the manky mouse ;) )

    joking aside , there has been murders on my road in london.. stabbing and all sorts of s***.. and to top it all over helicopters doing an impression of airwolf at 3-5am etc.. almost taking the tiles off the roof.

    if people rent, some don't give a ****.. thats how it is... "not my house" attitude.

    i don't have much time for neighbours , because i'd say about 70-80% are ****'s.... worse is .. they are smiley smiley to ya face.. then they get p****ed out in the garden at a party and the truth comes out.. I've fronted a few of the retards about it.. oddly they go quiet..

    I am not in london currently, here is like a different place.. far less busy BUT you get the local chav's going back from the nightclub near by being drunken fools.
  • frobushfrobush
    edited February 2010
  • zx1zx1
    edited February 2010
    I always get some prick banging on my window as they walk past. My bedroom is at the front of the house and faces onto the main road. Theres no garden so sometimes, usually weekends some drunk wanker walks past banging on my door or window and i usually shout at them to piss off.
    My road is the only route into a council estate where all the neds live. I don't go there, it's mad especially at weekends.
    The trouble with tribbles is.......
  • bohuskbohusk
    edited February 2010
    My current neighbours over me are very noisy. It's about 30s-40s couple with a dog. Whenever I pay attention at the sounds coming from up, I reckon I hear sounds of shagging. If I'm really interested, I have to nestle my ear to the wall and then I find out that I was right. They are shagging almost all day,at night there is quiet. The walls are too thin or what that I can hear it so clearly. Then I hear dog barking, moving the furniture sounds,creaking table, chairs, bed, then steps on the steeling floor, telly, I can hear it as if I was living there. It's funny and laughfull yet, but I don't know how will I take it after few months. And though the realtor claimed that this is really quiet location...
  • frobushfrobush
    edited February 2010
    I live in a detached house in a quiet area - so don't get too much sound problems.

    I have lived all over the North West of England, and things have been bad sometimes. I had the police burst into my flat in Toxteth, Liverpool, something to do with a murder, and much more - drugs, raids, drug raids, hiding guns, sleeping in bushes, "I'm A Barbie Girl" played too loud once too often. But I'm saving it all for my memoirs.
  • XTM of TMGXTM of TMG
    edited February 2010
    bohusk wrote: »
    They are shagging almost all day

    :lol:
    That's just too funny. Did you really mean "all day", or meant to say "every day"?

    Still, that sounds very sucky. You talked about your flat in another topic, from that description it seemed a little cramped for the money you have to pay, and having to put up with noise from neighbours doesn't help. Hope you find something better soon.

    I used to live in a similar flat (sure, my current one also has somewhat thin walls but most of the time it's quiet) in a house with about 15 rather tiny appartments and it felt like I was the only one in there not unemployed - some of the bastards stayed awake all night, one of them even had the cheek to listen to the same crappy music sampler like every other day at 1am in the night and singing along in a drunken state ...

    One night, a particularly thug/gangster looking fellow of maybe 18 years who had moved in only a few weeks earlier (into the apartment below) was listening to music on at full blast way after midnight. I have to admit I had been drinking a little bit before going to bed, I got so angry that I grabbed an empty beer bottle, went down the stairs a bit and tossed the bottle right at the floor in front of his door and went back to bed. He didn't know who had thrown the bottle so I heard him yelling threats ("I'll put a bullet in your head" or something) a few minutes later, lovely. Of course after this he didn't turn down the music either. Nice neighbourhood t'was.

    Horrible, horrible place. It was not only smaller AND more expensive than the one I live now in, but also right at the edge of the city so the daily commute was a time-consuming pain in the arse. So happy when I finally moved out there a few weeks after said bottle incident.
  • grey keygrey key
    edited February 2010
    fog wrote: »
    it could be worse... you could be living next to znor / grey / frobrush or all THREE :-o (oh and gerald the manky mouse ;) )

    You should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky !.........................

    Anyway if you lived near any of us, we would move................
    Every time I read that the oldest person in the world has died, I have to do a quick check to see it isn't ME..........
  • grey keygrey key
    edited February 2010
    frobush wrote: »
    I had the police burst into my flat in Toxteth, Liverpool, something to do with a murder, and much more - drugs, raids, drug raids, hiding guns, sleeping in bushes, "I'm A Barbie Girl" played too loud once too often.

    Well you should stop doing all of those things at once..............
    Every time I read that the oldest person in the world has died, I have to do a quick check to see it isn't ME..........
  • 1980-20..1980-20..
    edited February 2010
    Ive mostly been lucky with neighbours. Over the last 6 years ive lived in three different places, the first two were flats in old houses and now were in a house.

    The first flat was ok never had too much trouble from the neighbours, the place tended to smell quite strongly of recreational drugs of a weekend and one neighbour was a schizophrenic but we didnt see much of him.

    The second flat was realy cheap rent but in a very nice area. Again all the neighbours were all ok and we didnt share an entrace, each flat had its own front door no comunal entrance hall so no dodgy smells that time.Again there was a resident scizophrenic, i think he was an undertaker or grave digger but he was quite and kept himself to himself.

    Now were in a house and its reasonably quite, its a terraced road and the backs have all got flat roof extensions the local kids climb up and run along the roofs wich is a pain but meh wat can you do.

    So yeah quite boring realy the only realy interesting story i have is from the second flat we lived in.

    Like i said it was in a big old house and it was tucked away in its own little road so was realy quite. Well the house had realy big windows and we were on the ground floor as, well as realy big windows it had massive stone window ledges out side that you could sit on like a bench. We were both sitting in the living room when we heard a strange scratching on the window, so thought it must have been a cat. Then i heard the noise again and sure enough it sounded just like the neighbours cat at the window so thought nothing of it. Until a minute later acompanying the scratching noise came a low moaning sound the missus jumps up pushes me towards the door, hands me a torch and me coat and sends me out to sort it. Well just as i get to the front of the building some bloke comes storming out from the side of the building with his bird trailing behind him with her trousers in her hands and no shoes on. She was smirking but the gezzer was well miffed and wouldnt look at me as i stood there with me torch on the front lawn.

    Even though she didnt have her trousers on she was wearing one of those shirt dress type things so she wasnt too indecent, but she was shagging against my living room window the dirty cow!.
  • def chrisdef chris
    edited February 2010
    beanz wrote: »

    (btw...should have invited the girl locked out in for the night...)
    thought someone might say that, would not have been a good idea, she was a mentalist. she was portugese, the only words I ever heard her say in english was when she screamed "I WILL BETRAY YOU ON MY DEATHBED" to her b/f once in the corridoor.. don't even know what that's supposed to mean.
    psj3809 wrote: »
    Its lucky you are def in this instance and cant hear any of it
    ar, that old chestnut again :razz:
  • beanzbeanz
    edited February 2010
    def chris wrote: »
    thought someone might say that, would not have been a good idea, she was a mentalist. she was portugese, the only words I ever heard her say in english was when she screamed "I WILL BETRAY YOU ON MY DEATHBED" to her b/f once in the corridoor.. don't even know what that's supposed to mean.


    ar, that old chestnut again :razz:

    Maybe I am just warped but that would be all the more appealing...the obvious ruse would be to invite her in and then hatch a plan to make very loud 'headboard bashing' and lovemaking sounds...so the boyfriend next door would hear.

    The 'shoulder to cry on' late at night thing always provides a high possibility that the above will not have to be emulated.

    :lol:
  • Dave FountainDave Fountain
    edited February 2010
    Five years ago we moved into a short run of five houses all but one armed with little old ladies. The old boy next door died last year, and when I was in the garden doing hubby things I once distinctly heard out the window, "Why couldn't it have been that shit next door rather than my Cyril". Rotten cow. One by one the old ladies are dropping and in come larger families with cars and U2 t-shirts, but nothing super bad so far.

    I once lived in the basement of a large Victorian house in Brockley, and upstairs there was this young deaf couple. Being deaf they have an unusual way of speaking to each other, they make noises still, but the most unusual noises that defy the normal type of overheard conversations that your brain filters out. Mostly at 3am they would have an argument and it was like two cows stuck on electrified barbed wire.
  • madmekonmadmekon
    edited February 2010
    Dave Fountain wrote: »

    I once lived in the basement of a large Victorian house in Brockley, and upstairs there was this young deaf couple. Being deaf they have an unusual way of speaking to each other, they make noises still, but the most unusual noises that defy the normal type of overheard conversations that your brain filters out. Mostly at 3am they would have an argument and it was like two cows stuck on electrified barbed wire.

    Not as weird as hearing 2 gay deaf blokes have sex
    I'm a 21st Century digital boy, I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys.
  • grey keygrey key
    edited February 2010
    madmekon wrote: »
    Not as weird as hearing 2 gay deaf blokes have sex

    I suppose you put a glass against the wall !......................
    Every time I read that the oldest person in the world has died, I have to do a quick check to see it isn't ME..........
  • beanzbeanz
    edited February 2010
    madmekon wrote: »
    Not as weird as hearing 2 gay deaf blokes have sex

    /chortle
  • psj3809psj3809
    edited February 2010
    One of my nightmare scenarios is having a bad bad neighbour. We're quite lucky as our neighbour is fine, when i lived in my first flat years ago i had a bit of a nightmare neighbour above me, specially blasting out music at a silly volume. I love music as well but when i'm in a flat i wouldnt blast it out, just common sense.

    But when you see those programs about proper neighbours from hell, damn would be bad bad bad !
  • madmekonmadmekon
    edited February 2010
    grey key wrote: »
    I suppose you put a glass against the wall !......................

    You didn't need too. They were loud enough
    I'm a 21st Century digital boy, I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys.
  • zx1zx1
    edited February 2010
    When i used to live with my mum, the neighbour at one side was an raging alkie and the one at the other was a complete psycho.. The pyscho one would damage our plants and garden ornaments. Kick our bin over and once, left our driveway full of mud. He was a complete prick. We had the police out a few times but nothing was done. Once my brother was powerwashing the drive and some water leaked onto his drive. He came out shouting and my brother lost his temper and challanged him to a fight. he just laughed and walked away. He had the cheek to call the police and said he 'was threatened!'.
    That was the reason my mum moved away, her health was suffering because of the stress.
    The trouble with tribbles is.......
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