Odd things your neighbours do?
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An old guy up the road from me used to march up the hill and at every manhole cover he would stop, stand on it, stand to attention and salute. With the installation of cable TV a few years ago there were quite a few stops. Sadly I haven't seen him for a few years.
Another neighbour, he must be ex-military, who is still about, marches everywhere but strangly he insists on walking on the road and never on the pavement.
Another neighbour, he must be ex-military, who is still about, marches everywhere but strangly he insists on walking on the road and never on the pavement.
I'm new to this thread, but every time the bloke over the road goes out he drives up to the T junction outside my house and turns around instead of just carrying on down the block. I'm not sure if he just doesn't like going through the council estate that he actually lives on or for some other reason! (he is the last house before the road turns to non-council, even though they are mainly private anyway!)
No really odd ones - just one thieving b
d. Bought a fairly distinctive carpet online last year which mysteriously didn't turn up, so we got a replacement sent out. Looked out the window last night to see the house 3 doors down drying (our) freshly cleaned carpet over their back fence.
Our usual delivery driver drops stuff off with our neighbours all the time, the people next door and the ones across the road gladly take stuff in for us (and vice versa). But these scrotes kept it for themselves.
d. Bought a fairly distinctive carpet online last year which mysteriously didn't turn up, so we got a replacement sent out. Looked out the window last night to see the house 3 doors down drying (our) freshly cleaned carpet over their back fence.Our usual delivery driver drops stuff off with our neighbours all the time, the people next door and the ones across the road gladly take stuff in for us (and vice versa). But these scrotes kept it for themselves.
Pique said:
No really odd ones - just one thieving bd. Bought a fairly distinctive carpet online last year which mysteriously didn't turn up, so we got a replacement sent out. Looked out the window last night to see the house 3 doors down drying (our) freshly cleaned carpet over their back fence.
Our usual delivery driver drops stuff off with our neighbours all the time, the people next door and the ones across the road gladly take stuff in for us (and vice versa). But these scrotes kept it for themselves.
Wait till dark then smear carpet with dog/cat crap. The local wildlife will get the blame. Or lighter fluid + matches.d. Bought a fairly distinctive carpet online last year which mysteriously didn't turn up, so we got a replacement sent out. Looked out the window last night to see the house 3 doors down drying (our) freshly cleaned carpet over their back fence.Our usual delivery driver drops stuff off with our neighbours all the time, the people next door and the ones across the road gladly take stuff in for us (and vice versa). But these scrotes kept it for themselves.
That'll learn the
s. HTH 
grumpy said:
Another neighbour, he must be ex-military, who is still about, marches everywhere but strangly he insists on walking on the road and never on the pavement.
When marching as a group of 6? or more, you are classed as a 'vehicle' and have to obey road rules, including one way systems.HTH
Reading through this thread reminds me of someone I used to work with and he was also one of my neighbours. Was a bit wierd, been in the army for about 16 years but had never been promoted which is pretty unusual, normally everyone get promoted if you hang around long enough!
He always had some amazing stories, one day he was flying in a herc and the pilot fell ill so he landed it, that sort if amazing story! Also he apparently had a fleet of racing bikes and track day cars but drove around in a knackered 406 estate that was constantly on its last legs!
Anyway he had quite a thing for my missus, don't blame him the bloke obviously had a bit of taste! I was away in afghan on tour and he kept finding reasons to pop over to help out, I wasn't particularly worried as if he got too much she probably would have lamped him on!
I came back on r and r to a snowy england and we were sat on the sofa watching telly late at night after doing the obvious things you do after being away for 3 months when we heard a strange scraping noise, I looked out the window to find this bloke clearing the snow from our path, left him to it and went back to the telly, there was then a knock on the door at nearly 2300, opened the door and there he was with a strange grin on his face, then he realised I was stood there and not my wife, mumbled some excuse and ran back to his own house. A brief word the next day about suitable times to knock on the door of a woman and child he thought was alone!
Last I heard he was leaving the army and had be questioned about the local flasher!
He always had some amazing stories, one day he was flying in a herc and the pilot fell ill so he landed it, that sort if amazing story! Also he apparently had a fleet of racing bikes and track day cars but drove around in a knackered 406 estate that was constantly on its last legs!
Anyway he had quite a thing for my missus, don't blame him the bloke obviously had a bit of taste! I was away in afghan on tour and he kept finding reasons to pop over to help out, I wasn't particularly worried as if he got too much she probably would have lamped him on!
I came back on r and r to a snowy england and we were sat on the sofa watching telly late at night after doing the obvious things you do after being away for 3 months when we heard a strange scraping noise, I looked out the window to find this bloke clearing the snow from our path, left him to it and went back to the telly, there was then a knock on the door at nearly 2300, opened the door and there he was with a strange grin on his face, then he realised I was stood there and not my wife, mumbled some excuse and ran back to his own house. A brief word the next day about suitable times to knock on the door of a woman and child he thought was alone!
Last I heard he was leaving the army and had be questioned about the local flasher!
wildcat45 said:
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.
That's a good post, bit better than the usual shared drive drama.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.
CuckooInMyNest said:
wildcat45 said:
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.
That's a good post, bit better than the usual shared drive drama.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.
My previous neighbor used to do my weeding on my path adjacent to the communal one and then whine at me. She had purple hair too. Straw that broke the camels back was when I went outside one time when she was doing it to offer my help she preceded to tell me I was doing it wrong. Thankfully the property was rented and I soon moved on. Considered planting a Japanese Knot Weed but my g/f of the time talked me out of it.
I had just moved in and was busy unpacking. Turning round I was alarmed to see a large woman standing in my living room. She turned out to be the neighbour and had stopped by to welcome me to the neighbourhood. Within 4 minutes she had regaled me with the tale of her most recent childbirth, including fairly graphic details of some stitches that had been required.
A couple of days later I came home from work and she was in my kitchen. "Ooh, hello", she trilled, "I needed some sugar". She had a set of keys from the previous owner, which I took back. Subsequently there was always the fear that she would feel the need to keep me fully informed of her ongoing digestive or gynecological maladies.
Nice woman, actually, just over-familiar.
A couple of days later I came home from work and she was in my kitchen. "Ooh, hello", she trilled, "I needed some sugar". She had a set of keys from the previous owner, which I took back. Subsequently there was always the fear that she would feel the need to keep me fully informed of her ongoing digestive or gynecological maladies.
Nice woman, actually, just over-familiar.
Vandenberg said:
I lived in a terraced house in Holmfirth and the lady of the house used to hang her washing out every day, which
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.
Out of uni into first propper job, got a flat and found myself in similar situation.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.
Lady next door used to get the beating of her life day in day out, what sounded like wardrobes being thrown over the place and all manner of things inlcuding what sounded like furniture being thrown at her. I called the Police and like you say it just made matter worse.
I moved to another flat which was a bit better... Would come home from work, walk down the entrance path to be met by one of the ground floor tennats stood at his window, fists clentched resting on hips, wearing nothing.
The people next door to me seem a bit strange. They are a retired couple, I'm guessing early retirement as they don't seem that old.
They have been here for 9 months, during which time the man is always seen around and about in the garden. However, I think I've seen his wife maybe 3 times in that period, she never seems to go outside apart from when going out in her car.
Strangely, whilst she has a BMW 1 series on the drive that seems to be used regularly enough, she also has a Mk2 BINI in the garage that has never moved. I could understand if it was a sports or classic car, but I'd say a modern mini and BMW 1 series are pretty much the same thing!
Another puzzling thing I've observed is the gardening efforts. The chap comes out, picks a single weed from the flowerbed, then walks 20 metres back across his lawn to the wheelie bins. Rinse and repeat. Why he doesn't just move the garden bin to where he is weeding, I really don't know.
They have been here for 9 months, during which time the man is always seen around and about in the garden. However, I think I've seen his wife maybe 3 times in that period, she never seems to go outside apart from when going out in her car.
Strangely, whilst she has a BMW 1 series on the drive that seems to be used regularly enough, she also has a Mk2 BINI in the garage that has never moved. I could understand if it was a sports or classic car, but I'd say a modern mini and BMW 1 series are pretty much the same thing!
Another puzzling thing I've observed is the gardening efforts. The chap comes out, picks a single weed from the flowerbed, then walks 20 metres back across his lawn to the wheelie bins. Rinse and repeat. Why he doesn't just move the garden bin to where he is weeding, I really don't know.
ChemicalChaos said:
The people next door to me seem a bit strange. They are a retired couple, I'm guessing early retirement as they don't seem that old.
They have been here for 9 months, during which time the man is always seen around and about in the garden. However, I think I've seen his wife maybe 3 times in that period, she never seems to go outside apart from when going out in her car.
Strangely, whilst she has a BMW 1 series on the drive that seems to be used regularly enough, she also has a Mk2 BINI in the garage that has never moved. I could understand if it was a sports or classic car, but I'd say a modern mini and BMW 1 series are pretty much the same thing!
Another puzzling thing I've observed is the gardening efforts. The chap comes out, picks a single weed from the flowerbed, then walks 20 metres back across his lawn to the wheelie bins. Rinse and repeat. Why he doesn't just move the garden bin to where he is weeding, I really don't know.
Mini has winter tyres on it for the bad weather? 1 series is for summer fun They have been here for 9 months, during which time the man is always seen around and about in the garden. However, I think I've seen his wife maybe 3 times in that period, she never seems to go outside apart from when going out in her car.
Strangely, whilst she has a BMW 1 series on the drive that seems to be used regularly enough, she also has a Mk2 BINI in the garage that has never moved. I could understand if it was a sports or classic car, but I'd say a modern mini and BMW 1 series are pretty much the same thing!
Another puzzling thing I've observed is the gardening efforts. The chap comes out, picks a single weed from the flowerbed, then walks 20 metres back across his lawn to the wheelie bins. Rinse and repeat. Why he doesn't just move the garden bin to where he is weeding, I really don't know.
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