Odd things your neighbours do?
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Our downstairs neighbour is really annoying.
We live in a block of 24 flats, each floor has an open landing, but there's a metal gate out to the back and bins. This is frequently left open.
The main door has had various attmpts made to break the lock simply so people don't have to bother with keys as far as I can make out. We've had 2 or 3 locks in the last couple of years but they just get unscrewed, levered off etc.
Anyway, our neighbour has lots of visitors and is prone to having shouted conversations with people in the street who attract his attention by either shouting up to him, or whistling. And it's a great "secret code" whistle, that no-one in the neighbourhood knows. Usually late at night. God knows why they don't use the intercom.
He or his guests seem to have a knack of finishing their fast food meals on the stairs. Either they leave his flat with 4 chips left and dump the packaging, or they're almost home and can't carry it those extra few steps to his flat. They also smoke in the lift. And frequently spit in it.
They leave bikes in the hallway, knowing they won't be nicked because they're the scrotes who nick bikes. There was even a boris bike there for 3 or 4 days once.
He plays one song repetetively and loudly for hours.
We frequently get the smell of dope wafting up to our bedroom.
We live in a block of 24 flats, each floor has an open landing, but there's a metal gate out to the back and bins. This is frequently left open.
The main door has had various attmpts made to break the lock simply so people don't have to bother with keys as far as I can make out. We've had 2 or 3 locks in the last couple of years but they just get unscrewed, levered off etc.
Anyway, our neighbour has lots of visitors and is prone to having shouted conversations with people in the street who attract his attention by either shouting up to him, or whistling. And it's a great "secret code" whistle, that no-one in the neighbourhood knows. Usually late at night. God knows why they don't use the intercom.
He or his guests seem to have a knack of finishing their fast food meals on the stairs. Either they leave his flat with 4 chips left and dump the packaging, or they're almost home and can't carry it those extra few steps to his flat. They also smoke in the lift. And frequently spit in it.
They leave bikes in the hallway, knowing they won't be nicked because they're the scrotes who nick bikes. There was even a boris bike there for 3 or 4 days once.
He plays one song repetetively and loudly for hours.
We frequently get the smell of dope wafting up to our bedroom.
Sex:
I used to live in a flat under a couple of Greek students. They had a lot of sex, but they did in a very odd way: they'd do it for a couple of minutes and have an animated conversation for a couple of minutes, then start again. This process would repeat over and over again, the sex getting gradually more frenetic, but the conversation pitch stayed broadly the same.
Parking:
My neighbour is a perfectly nice guy but he has a thing (I think) about me not parking in front of his house. Thing is I don't - I have a space instead of a front garden unlike him, and park my van over the dropped kerb, bang in between my two hedges.
However, he prefers to park just slightly over my dropped kerb - which is an irritant but not much of one - or if I park when he's not there he'll park literally one inch from my bumper when he arrives.
This has absolutely no effect on me as no one is ever parked behind me so I can just reverse away, but quite frequently someone else will park close behind him and he's blocked in.
He will then NEVER come and ask if I can move, but instead will get his partner to direct him while he does a 99 point turn to try and get out. To this day I don't know what he's trying to achieve.
I used to live in a flat under a couple of Greek students. They had a lot of sex, but they did in a very odd way: they'd do it for a couple of minutes and have an animated conversation for a couple of minutes, then start again. This process would repeat over and over again, the sex getting gradually more frenetic, but the conversation pitch stayed broadly the same.
Parking:
My neighbour is a perfectly nice guy but he has a thing (I think) about me not parking in front of his house. Thing is I don't - I have a space instead of a front garden unlike him, and park my van over the dropped kerb, bang in between my two hedges.
However, he prefers to park just slightly over my dropped kerb - which is an irritant but not much of one - or if I park when he's not there he'll park literally one inch from my bumper when he arrives.
This has absolutely no effect on me as no one is ever parked behind me so I can just reverse away, but quite frequently someone else will park close behind him and he's blocked in.
He will then NEVER come and ask if I can move, but instead will get his partner to direct him while he does a 99 point turn to try and get out. To this day I don't know what he's trying to achieve.
speedysoprano said:
Across the road are a young family. She's the textbook "yummy mummy" type and she seems very p***ed off with the world in general. I get the impression she resents living here and would rather be in a trendy inner suburb but can't afford it. She's probably about the same age as me, but with two kids (we've got none) and absolutely will not acknowledge me. At all. I tried to say hello a few times, especially when she was new to the street, but no dice. Her husband is friendly and always says hello - EXCEPT when he's with his wife, then he completely blanks us. Weird, but whatever.
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We've one of those. It is a very nice area. There are one ir two parking issues, but nothing bad. People who buy the pedestrianised houses (Roads leading off ours were built onto walk ways. In 1901 cars were not that big a deal) have a bit of a walk with shopping, pushchairs erc. Apoarently according to an ex-neighbour it's a bit of a pain after a while..
It's a very friendly neighbourhood. A mix of people who have lived there decades and newer people. Not in your face, but reserved friendly.
Yummy mummy hates us....and others. I saw her struggling with kids and some boxes once. Could I help? "No". My wife was backing one of the cars into our drive. Yummy mum rocks up in her Mini. My wife smiles and nots a greeting. Yummy snarly, slams her car door and flounces off.
Full of resentment and always appearing angry. She's got a nice polite husband. He talks, the kids are polite and when they are with him, they want to pat my dog and ask questions about him.
She had the misfortune to meet my mate Gary recently. Always in a sharp suit, charming good looking and not shy. We were getting out of the car and he saw her struggling with shopping, kids and the like when she dropped something. Quick as a flash he's there, picking up her stuff, being really nice. He got the vicious snarl. Gary being Gary observed in a loud voice to anyone who could hear that it was a shame that looks can be deceptive. "She looks like a perfectly lovely person, but there's a lot of sadness and anger there" "Sorry if I caused you offence. "No thank you would have been nicer than a snarl"
God knows why se's so angry with the world. She clearly doesn't work, with the husband going off for the train every day. They've an expensive high spec Big ugly Mini thing, A very nice house, happy sounding kids. She's not bad looking and you see her talking to her husband and kids in a normal happy way.
The old trout who lives a few doors down from me - on the day I moved in she stopped and chatted and seemed fine, but the very next day as I was talking to my immediate neighbour she walked past complaining in a very loud voice that she was bloody sick of dodging overhanging bushes from my garden, she couldn't get past without squeezing past them, and it was about time I did something about them - at this point I had lived there for something less than 24 hours and was up to my eyeballs in unpacking etc.
She is the only one who has a problem getting past - I've seen others easily walk past three abreast without any trouble, and she isn't ( quite ) that fat !
If she's just mentioned it politely and asked if I would trim the hedge when I had time I wouldn't have had a problem - but as it is I'm deliberately not cutting the hedge just to wind her up. I've since heard that she's been like that with everyone in the street, and no-one has any time for her and just ignore her.
At another house I had a neighbour who was very proud of their garden, and was always out there tidying it etc. - but seemed to think that the best way for them to dispose of their cigarette ends was to simply chuck them over the fence into my garden. A couple of polite requests for them to stop doing it simply met with angry retorts, and they only stopped when I took to posting their dog-ends through their letterbox late at night.
She is the only one who has a problem getting past - I've seen others easily walk past three abreast without any trouble, and she isn't ( quite ) that fat !
If she's just mentioned it politely and asked if I would trim the hedge when I had time I wouldn't have had a problem - but as it is I'm deliberately not cutting the hedge just to wind her up. I've since heard that she's been like that with everyone in the street, and no-one has any time for her and just ignore her.
At another house I had a neighbour who was very proud of their garden, and was always out there tidying it etc. - but seemed to think that the best way for them to dispose of their cigarette ends was to simply chuck them over the fence into my garden. A couple of polite requests for them to stop doing it simply met with angry retorts, and they only stopped when I took to posting their dog-ends through their letterbox late at night.
Morningside said:
Fane said:
Mine hits old tyres with a hammer at 11 o'clock most evenings.
Eh? Please expand. Is this some euphemism? Or is it (quick Google) some method of bodybuilding?
Hackney said:
Our downstairs neighbour is really annoying.
We live in a block of 24 flats, each floor has an open landing, but there's a metal gate out to the back and bins. This is frequently left open.
The main door has had various attmpts made to break the lock simply so people don't have to bother with keys as far as I can make out. We've had 2 or 3 locks in the last couple of years but they just get unscrewed, levered off etc.
Anyway, our neighbour has lots of visitors and is prone to having shouted conversations with people in the street who attract his attention by either shouting up to him, or whistling. And it's a great "secret code" whistle, that no-one in the neighbourhood knows. Usually late at night. God knows why they don't use the intercom.
He or his guests seem to have a knack of finishing their fast food meals on the stairs. Either they leave his flat with 4 chips left and dump the packaging, or they're almost home and can't carry it those extra few steps to his flat. They also smoke in the lift. And frequently spit in it.
They leave bikes in the hallway, knowing they won't be nicked because they're the scrotes who nick bikes. There was even a boris bike there for 3 or 4 days once.
He plays one song repetetively and loudly for hours.
We frequently get the smell of dope wafting up to our bedroom.
are they housing association? if so get onto them, they will ignore you. Then tell them you will contact them through twitter, as their / your email system must be broken. Things will happen quickly. If not, i cant helpWe live in a block of 24 flats, each floor has an open landing, but there's a metal gate out to the back and bins. This is frequently left open.
The main door has had various attmpts made to break the lock simply so people don't have to bother with keys as far as I can make out. We've had 2 or 3 locks in the last couple of years but they just get unscrewed, levered off etc.
Anyway, our neighbour has lots of visitors and is prone to having shouted conversations with people in the street who attract his attention by either shouting up to him, or whistling. And it's a great "secret code" whistle, that no-one in the neighbourhood knows. Usually late at night. God knows why they don't use the intercom.
He or his guests seem to have a knack of finishing their fast food meals on the stairs. Either they leave his flat with 4 chips left and dump the packaging, or they're almost home and can't carry it those extra few steps to his flat. They also smoke in the lift. And frequently spit in it.
They leave bikes in the hallway, knowing they won't be nicked because they're the scrotes who nick bikes. There was even a boris bike there for 3 or 4 days once.
He plays one song repetetively and loudly for hours.
We frequently get the smell of dope wafting up to our bedroom.
All very nice neighbours but one of them always, always has to line up all the rubbish bins perfectly for the truck to lift and if one bin is a bit full with the lid open he will helpfully transfer rubbish from the overfilled bin to an empty one just so it looks tidy. He keeps an eye on all the houses for you when the residents are away.
The other day when I jet-blasted the weeds out of the pavement in front of the house (long overdue), he turned up with a brush and dustpan and cleared the rubbish away without asking. Just a bit odd.
The other day when I jet-blasted the weeds out of the pavement in front of the house (long overdue), he turned up with a brush and dustpan and cleared the rubbish away without asking. Just a bit odd.
paul.deitch said:
All very nice neighbours but one of them always, always has to line up all the rubbish bins perfectly for the truck to lift and if one bin is a bit full with the lid open he will helpfully transfer rubbish from the overfilled bin to an empty one just so it looks tidy. He keeps an eye on all the houses for you when the residents are away.
The other day when I jet-blasted the weeds out of the pavement in front of the house (long overdue), he turned up with a brush and dustpan and cleared the rubbish away without asking. Just a bit odd.
how old, a lot of pensioners are bored and lonely, some people just get pleasure out of being nice The other day when I jet-blasted the weeds out of the pavement in front of the house (long overdue), he turned up with a brush and dustpan and cleared the rubbish away without asking. Just a bit odd.
I've got a couple of odd neighbours
Old lady down stairs is a nightmare, has signs in the window asking people not to park in the parking spaces outside her house (communal car park) asks me not to use the washing machine, not to have taxi's pick up or drop off, not to close the car door too loudly (which I don't), wanted me to install a handrail up to my front door so she can drop notes through it (which I most definitely wouldn't) no amount of disinterest in her requests stops her going on about something else.
Guy down stairs, nice guy but carpeted quite a large area outside his front door, when this went brown he upgraded to astroturf.
New guy upstairs seams to park like a complete idiot blocking the route through to the houses behind us and garages most days.
Old lady down stairs is a nightmare, has signs in the window asking people not to park in the parking spaces outside her house (communal car park) asks me not to use the washing machine, not to have taxi's pick up or drop off, not to close the car door too loudly (which I don't), wanted me to install a handrail up to my front door so she can drop notes through it (which I most definitely wouldn't) no amount of disinterest in her requests stops her going on about something else.
Guy down stairs, nice guy but carpeted quite a large area outside his front door, when this went brown he upgraded to astroturf.
New guy upstairs seams to park like a complete idiot blocking the route through to the houses behind us and garages most days.
I live in the house I grew up in as a teenager. Got left it, needed a bigger house so we moved here. As a result I have known a lot of people near me a very long time.
We have a guy about Kate 50s- 60. He was in his 30s when I was a kid. He walks the streets of the neighbourhood picking up litter. Always well turned out, he will say hello to me but rarely speaks more than that. I make the effort to be cheerful with him. I guess it's because he's seen me around since I was a kid that he will speak to say Hi.
Neighbours who don't know his story think he's a bit odd. No one is nasty to him, but he s regarded as the local weirdo.
His story is that he has some form of Autism. In the early 1970s when he was in his teens or early 20s a child was murdered in the area. Before I lived there but it was still talked about in hushed tones when I was a kid.
This guy discovered the boys body, got scared and ran away. He was arrested and by the sound of it 1970s Pre-PACE interview techniques were used if you get my drift. They tried to pin it in him but he was never charged. I think they caught the killer but can't be sure.
The guy lived with his mum in a house of two flats.
A local now long gone vicious "hang 'em fliog 'em" ex-army Parish councillor took to bullying this bloke and there was an incident where he was accused of dropping litter. The councillor made a huge fuss, got police involved and put the fear of God into this man. The result. He now pics up litter everywhere.
His old mum must have ded about 20 years ago. Apparently he waited several days before calling someone. He was scared he'd be "interviewed" again by the police.
He must have been left some money because the house of flats was done up. He still lives there and makes his living from rents.
A sad ltale, but there is often more to the local "weirdo" than meets the eye.
We have a guy about Kate 50s- 60. He was in his 30s when I was a kid. He walks the streets of the neighbourhood picking up litter. Always well turned out, he will say hello to me but rarely speaks more than that. I make the effort to be cheerful with him. I guess it's because he's seen me around since I was a kid that he will speak to say Hi.
Neighbours who don't know his story think he's a bit odd. No one is nasty to him, but he s regarded as the local weirdo.
His story is that he has some form of Autism. In the early 1970s when he was in his teens or early 20s a child was murdered in the area. Before I lived there but it was still talked about in hushed tones when I was a kid.
This guy discovered the boys body, got scared and ran away. He was arrested and by the sound of it 1970s Pre-PACE interview techniques were used if you get my drift. They tried to pin it in him but he was never charged. I think they caught the killer but can't be sure.
The guy lived with his mum in a house of two flats.
A local now long gone vicious "hang 'em fliog 'em" ex-army Parish councillor took to bullying this bloke and there was an incident where he was accused of dropping litter. The councillor made a huge fuss, got police involved and put the fear of God into this man. The result. He now pics up litter everywhere.
His old mum must have ded about 20 years ago. Apparently he waited several days before calling someone. He was scared he'd be "interviewed" again by the police.
He must have been left some money because the house of flats was done up. He still lives there and makes his living from rents.
A sad ltale, but there is often more to the local "weirdo" than meets the eye.
We call next door the ratties, which suits them perfectly as 1) they're a pair of chinless pointy faced little pricks (that'd pass for brother and sister) 2) they vanish when they sight us walking up the road, hide like rats cos I had a go at him as 3) on refurbishing the place for 6 months the inconsiderate w@nkstains had builders starting early as 6:3am, sundays, banging on the party wall etc.
Proper weird, he sits out the front (right now shirtless) smoking at midnight when they have a rear garden, plus they have frequent mega-screaming-row (shadenfreude FTW)
Everyone else lovely to tolerable, since the house a couple over got raided and them banged up (dip was getting fertiliser delivered by the pallet
Proper weird, he sits out the front (right now shirtless) smoking at midnight when they have a rear garden, plus they have frequent mega-screaming-row (shadenfreude FTW)
Everyone else lovely to tolerable, since the house a couple over got raided and them banged up (dip was getting fertiliser delivered by the pallet
I lived in a terraced house in Holmfirth and the lady of the house used to hang her washing out every day, which isn't particularly odd, except her washing consisted of half a dozen bread bags and not a single item of clothing.
After moving from the bottom of the valley to the top of that valley I thought I had gone up in the world but happened to move next door to a wife beating scumbag, the arguments and violence sounded horrific and I called the police on a number of occasions which resulted in another beating.
What finally stopped his violent ways was when I invited a few friends round for a bbq, one of them being very loud, very camp and a total and utter shag nasty, he spotted my neighbour and announced in a loud enough voice so that the majority of the village could hear "I f
ked him in the bus station and park bogs, he is a cottage queen!"
After moving from the bottom of the valley to the top of that valley I thought I had gone up in the world but happened to move next door to a wife beating scumbag, the arguments and violence sounded horrific and I called the police on a number of occasions which resulted in another beating.
What finally stopped his violent ways was when I invited a few friends round for a bbq, one of them being very loud, very camp and a total and utter shag nasty, he spotted my neighbour and announced in a loud enough voice so that the majority of the village could hear "I f
ked him in the bus station and park bogs, he is a cottage queen!"Spare tyre said:
paul.deitch said:
All very nice neighbours ....
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