Armed police came to take one guy away in the middle on the night, woke up the entire street, but the bloke in question didn't wake up till they stuck a gun in his face,
the person whose room was next to my bedroom always left their alarm on, on a Saturday and was never there(must have stayed out every fri night) it went off for exactly an hour and a half, about an hour after I got in from nights.
They were replaced by a bloke who's girlfriend was a screamer. :lol:
Armed police came to take one guy away in the middle on the night, woke up the entire street, but the bloke in question didn't wake up till they stuck a gun in his face,
the person whose room was next to my bedroom always left their alarm on, on a Saturday and was never there(must have stayed out every fri night) it went off for exactly an hour and a half, about an hour after I got in from nights.
They were replaced by a bloke who's girlfriend was a screamer. :lol:
My missus is one of them, " GET OFF YER FAT ARSE" "WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING" " ARE YOU HAVIN A LAUGH!" etc etc etc.
When I lived in League City, TX., the upstairs neigbours were two women. In the middle of the night, I could hear them jumping on the bed and agreeing with each other a lot.
When I lived in League City, TX., the upstairs neigbours were two women. In the middle of the night, I could hear them jumping on the bed and agreeing with each other a lot.
I believe a LOL is in order.
So consider yourself having been LOLed at/?with?*
:grin:
*I don't mean to laugh at you, I'd rather laugh with you.
When I lived in League City, TX., the upstairs neigbours were two women. In the middle of the night, I could hear them jumping on the bed and agreeing with each other a lot.
Coincidentally, just last night I woke up at 1 am in the night and heard music and sometimes talking loud enough to disturb my sleep. Due to the somewhat thin walls it wasn't immediately apparent from which direction the noise came so I went to check and found out it came from the flat just above mine. When standing right in front of their door the music seemed to be quite loud inside the flat. Rang the bell twice without any response, so I lost it and knocked on the door quite loudly a couple of times. No one came to see the door but they turned off the music so I went back to sleep.
What really pisses me off about this is the cheek people have (considering they must be aware of the thin walls in the house) plus that you are forced to get up and put on a few clothes as you usually wouldn't go ring someone's doorbell in your undies.
And there's some kind of law in Germany which states that between 10 pm and 6 am, you are supposed to keep any noise at "room volume", which means that it should be barely audible in any adjacent flats. So it's actually within legislation to sue repeat offenders. I'm not familiar with the legislation in the UK, do you have a similar law?
And there's some kind of law in Germany which states that between 10 pm and 6 am, you are supposed to keep any noise at "room volume", which means that it should be barely audible in any adjacent flats. So it's actually within legislation to sue repeat offenders. I'm not familiar with the legislation in the UK, do you have a similar law?
There is a similar community law over here, but it varies from region to region. But there is usually a noise-violation clause that is included in the agreement you sign with the landlord. So, instead of people being able to sue each other (which you technically can nonetheless) it's usually the landlord who kicks tenants out for noise violations.
And there's some kind of law in Germany which states that between 10 pm and 6 am, you are supposed to keep any noise at "room volume", which means that it should be barely audible in any adjacent flats. So it's actually within legislation to sue repeat offenders. I'm not familiar with the legislation in the UK, do you have a similar law?
No, I don't think so. You have to get intouch with Environmental Health and if it continues then they'll send someone out to check the sound levels in you flat/house. If it is above a certain level then a letter is sent to the offenders, who will probably put a brick through your window and kill your cat.
I was speaking to someone recently about a noisy neighbour situation. They contacted the local authorities who supplied them with some equipment that stayed in the house and recorded sound levels over a 48 hour period i think. As well as providing the equipment they also kindly informed the noisy neighbour they were being monitored as a complaint had been made.
They didnt react too kindly to this information and came knocking and screaming at the door.
Well my neighbours over the years at my old address back in blighty were a very mixed bunch. A really old lady called Mrs. Kettle which still makes me think of cup o' tea related jokes 25 years later. Then a young couple who were there for a few years and moved out after they got married.
Then there was a bunch of students for a couple of years, me and my friends actually kind of terrorised them a little, something happened where they came out and shouted at me and my mates for something. So me and my mates pushed their mini metro or shite small car of equal crapness all the way down the street and rang the doorbell. We watched them from over the road waving their arms about and panicking, then the cops showed up and 10 minutes later there were some very angry policemen pushing the car back up the street and accusing them of forgetting where they parked it. They moved out not long after that.
The we got a student couple who were really nice, until one day they had a fight, and were out in the street practically killing each other. Then they were quiet for a few years until the guy flipped out and slapped the girl about again. They had one more big barney when she ended up with bruises all over her face and she left him. He moved out not long after that.
After those 2 we got a couple of dodgy well rough looking lesbians living there, they were normally out most of the time. We always thought they were a little shifty, and it turns out they were. They skipped out on about their last 3 months worth of rent and left my best mates dads name as a forward for the landlord to pick up the money he was owed. Needless to say my mates dad told the landlord to piss off politely.
After that a nice couple moved in, we were the neighbours from hell though even though we tried not to be. We kept getting the plumbing fixed and the bathroom re-corked, because they kept getting water running down their walls. I guess once the chick got preggy they figured enough was enough. I felt really terrible too because they were a really nice couple, and even though they probably moved to a bigger house because they had a kid coming I still feel like me and my drunken ma drove them out.
Next we got a couple who were a pair of stuck up pricks, they were Smoggies I think and really looked down their noses at me and my mates. We weren't actually any bother, by this stage I was probably in my 20's and on sundays me and my mates would sit out on the front path and have a few cans. The chick didn't like this at all, and I'll say I kinda felt sorry for the guy, for one, he was actually alright when you got speaking to him, but you could tell his manipulative, fat, ugly, snobby, stuck up, downs syndrome looking cunt of a girlfriend would beat the shit out of him for fraternising with us commoners. She started misbehaving to the point where she decided she'd taken a disliking to me and my mates. I used to tell my mates to whistle up at the window before they knocked on the door, since I usually had my window open. I figured a quick whistle was a lot quieter than somebody banging the knocker, especially at night time. Well she got a few woodpeckers into her one sunday afternoon and started whistling up at my window, I looked out couldn't see anybody, so I went downstairs. She sneers at me you just missed them, so I looked up and down the street bearing in mind I lived in a terraced street so if anybody had been there they wouldn't have got far and I'd still be able to see them. After she'd whistled 3 or 4 times and thrown pebbles at my window I lost my temper. They must've heard me shouting through my window because I went storming downstairs and they'd all ran into the downstairs flat by the time I got there. KNOBS!
After that nice student couple no bother at all.
After that really nice student bloke, who I actually ended up being pretty friendly with (He even let me and the missus use his shower while he was at uni or work, while my ma was getting the bathroom refitted).
That's just the neighbours who lived below me, don't get me started on the crackpots who've lived on either side over the years :lol:
Where I used to live near Uxbridge the guy next door but one tried to murder his wife and threatened to switch on gas and blow house up.
Riot police, fire engines, ambulances, the lot.
What was I doing at the time? Working on some complicated 'C' programming functions whilst listening to Iron Maiden on my headphones. Nice neighbours took the piss out of me saying I was totally oblivious to what was happening outside my window!
I've never had any real issues with my neighbours but here are some stories over the years:
Through the years I've heard from all sides, upstairs, downstairs and next door copulation noises of all sorts, squeaky beds and moaners.
Once heard a woman upstairs being beaten, called the cops on them and they moved shortly thereafter. The guy was an EMT at a hospital/amublance too.
One time I heard the neighbour (a guy) grunting next door (bedroom) ... it was a quick grunt like he was ... well ... being visited by The Famous Five. He was all alone, just divorced and a little bit weird.
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Armed police came to take one guy away in the middle on the night, woke up the entire street, but the bloke in question didn't wake up till they stuck a gun in his face,
the person whose room was next to my bedroom always left their alarm on, on a Saturday and was never there(must have stayed out every fri night) it went off for exactly an hour and a half, about an hour after I got in from nights.
They were replaced by a bloke who's girlfriend was a screamer. :lol:
My missus is one of them, " GET OFF YER FAT ARSE" "WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING" " ARE YOU HAVIN A LAUGH!" etc etc etc.
I believe a LOL is in order.
So consider yourself having been LOLed at/?with?*
:grin:
*I don't mean to laugh at you, I'd rather laugh with you.
Reminds me of the 'sex talk' phone chat-line "Women Talk Frankly"...
"Yer dinner is in the dog."
"Have fixed that fence yet?"
"Me mother warned me about you."
"Put the 'effin' toilet seat lid down!"
What was the address?
What really pisses me off about this is the cheek people have (considering they must be aware of the thin walls in the house) plus that you are forced to get up and put on a few clothes as you usually wouldn't go ring someone's doorbell in your undies.
And there's some kind of law in Germany which states that between 10 pm and 6 am, you are supposed to keep any noise at "room volume", which means that it should be barely audible in any adjacent flats. So it's actually within legislation to sue repeat offenders. I'm not familiar with the legislation in the UK, do you have a similar law?
There is a similar community law over here, but it varies from region to region. But there is usually a noise-violation clause that is included in the agreement you sign with the landlord. So, instead of people being able to sue each other (which you technically can nonetheless) it's usually the landlord who kicks tenants out for noise violations.
No, I don't think so. You have to get intouch with Environmental Health and if it continues then they'll send someone out to check the sound levels in you flat/house. If it is above a certain level then a letter is sent to the offenders, who will probably put a brick through your window and kill your cat.
They didnt react too kindly to this information and came knocking and screaming at the door.
Then there was a bunch of students for a couple of years, me and my friends actually kind of terrorised them a little, something happened where they came out and shouted at me and my mates for something. So me and my mates pushed their mini metro or shite small car of equal crapness all the way down the street and rang the doorbell. We watched them from over the road waving their arms about and panicking, then the cops showed up and 10 minutes later there were some very angry policemen pushing the car back up the street and accusing them of forgetting where they parked it. They moved out not long after that.
The we got a student couple who were really nice, until one day they had a fight, and were out in the street practically killing each other. Then they were quiet for a few years until the guy flipped out and slapped the girl about again. They had one more big barney when she ended up with bruises all over her face and she left him. He moved out not long after that.
After those 2 we got a couple of dodgy well rough looking lesbians living there, they were normally out most of the time. We always thought they were a little shifty, and it turns out they were. They skipped out on about their last 3 months worth of rent and left my best mates dads name as a forward for the landlord to pick up the money he was owed. Needless to say my mates dad told the landlord to piss off politely.
After that a nice couple moved in, we were the neighbours from hell though even though we tried not to be. We kept getting the plumbing fixed and the bathroom re-corked, because they kept getting water running down their walls. I guess once the chick got preggy they figured enough was enough. I felt really terrible too because they were a really nice couple, and even though they probably moved to a bigger house because they had a kid coming I still feel like me and my drunken ma drove them out.
Next we got a couple who were a pair of stuck up pricks, they were Smoggies I think and really looked down their noses at me and my mates. We weren't actually any bother, by this stage I was probably in my 20's and on sundays me and my mates would sit out on the front path and have a few cans. The chick didn't like this at all, and I'll say I kinda felt sorry for the guy, for one, he was actually alright when you got speaking to him, but you could tell his manipulative, fat, ugly, snobby, stuck up, downs syndrome looking cunt of a girlfriend would beat the shit out of him for fraternising with us commoners. She started misbehaving to the point where she decided she'd taken a disliking to me and my mates. I used to tell my mates to whistle up at the window before they knocked on the door, since I usually had my window open. I figured a quick whistle was a lot quieter than somebody banging the knocker, especially at night time. Well she got a few woodpeckers into her one sunday afternoon and started whistling up at my window, I looked out couldn't see anybody, so I went downstairs. She sneers at me you just missed them, so I looked up and down the street bearing in mind I lived in a terraced street so if anybody had been there they wouldn't have got far and I'd still be able to see them. After she'd whistled 3 or 4 times and thrown pebbles at my window I lost my temper. They must've heard me shouting through my window because I went storming downstairs and they'd all ran into the downstairs flat by the time I got there. KNOBS!
After that nice student couple no bother at all.
After that really nice student bloke, who I actually ended up being pretty friendly with (He even let me and the missus use his shower while he was at uni or work, while my ma was getting the bathroom refitted).
That's just the neighbours who lived below me, don't get me started on the crackpots who've lived on either side over the years :lol:
Riot police, fire engines, ambulances, the lot.
What was I doing at the time? Working on some complicated 'C' programming functions whilst listening to Iron Maiden on my headphones. Nice neighbours took the piss out of me saying I was totally oblivious to what was happening outside my window!
:roll:
Through the years I've heard from all sides, upstairs, downstairs and next door copulation noises of all sorts, squeaky beds and moaners.
Once heard a woman upstairs being beaten, called the cops on them and they moved shortly thereafter. The guy was an EMT at a hospital/amublance too.
One time I heard the neighbour (a guy) grunting next door (bedroom) ... it was a quick grunt like he was ... well ... being visited by The Famous Five. He was all alone, just divorced and a little bit weird.