Odd things your neighbours do?
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The people who lived behind me in my previous house were an odd bunch. Mother, father and son; the son being in his late thirties at a guess. Regardless of season, temperature, day or night, they would always wear the thickest winter coats I've ever seen, wooly hats, sunglasses, gloves etc. I would often bump into them walking the dogs of an evening, and they would always say - "its a bit chilly today" or words to that effect, even in the height of summer. They had a shed that was at the bottom of their garden where the fence between us was, they would be back and forth to the shed with plastic bags all day and night, accompanied by a clanking sound. I came to the conclusion that alcohol was an issue. 
Spare tyre said:
durbster said:
There's a house that I walk past when walking the dog and I am fascinated by the amount of rubbish they produce.
They have two wheelie bins, and for each fortnightly collection they are both absolutely rammed, always enough to lift the lids and sometimes with bungee cords holding the lids down. Every other week, their recycling bin is the same.
From nosing the bags that are spilling out of it as I walk past (I'm a bit obsessed by it), it doesn't look like there's anything unusual in there, and it's not a big family, I think it's two adults and either one or two kids. They're not fatties either, so it's not just excessive food.
One day I think I'll crack, and in the middle of the night, go and see what the bloody hell is in there black-ops style.
Could be a self employed tradesman, brings home the odds and sods and puts them in the bottom of the bin, household waste on top to disguiseThey have two wheelie bins, and for each fortnightly collection they are both absolutely rammed, always enough to lift the lids and sometimes with bungee cords holding the lids down. Every other week, their recycling bin is the same.
From nosing the bags that are spilling out of it as I walk past (I'm a bit obsessed by it), it doesn't look like there's anything unusual in there, and it's not a big family, I think it's two adults and either one or two kids. They're not fatties either, so it's not just excessive food.
One day I think I'll crack, and in the middle of the night, go and see what the bloody hell is in there black-ops style.
I know people who can seem to place anything in a bin logically, will place something in at a silly angle then just plonk other stuff on top, they won't flatten stuff etc
Captainawesome said:
I live between two single pensioners.....their bins are never more than a quarter full....very handy when we have too much.
TLandCruiser said:
My dads neighbour keeps taking the piss by filling his bin full, then he starts using my dads bin without asking so my dad has no where to put his rubbish.
bunglesprout said:
The people who lived behind me in my previous house were an odd bunch. Mother, father and son; the son being in his late thirties at a guess. Regardless of season, temperature, day or night, they would always wear the thickest winter coats I've ever seen, wooly hats, sunglasses, gloves etc. I would often bump into them walking the dogs of an evening, and they would always say - "its a bit chilly today" or words to that effect, even in the height of summer. They had a shed that was at the bottom of their garden where the fence between us was, they would be back and forth to the shed with plastic bags all day and night, accompanied by a clanking sound. I came to the conclusion that alcohol was an issue.
Vampires! 
Been reminded of this thread
Last weekend, or maybe the one before, it was exceptionally cold on Saturday, followed by some very heavy rain from about 7.30pm.
At whatever point I went upstairs to get something and I when to close the curtains, I looked out of the window along our road and the people over the road and a few doors along had their garage door wide open, and inside was a group of teens/youths having a party in the garage. I could make out the music, and they all had drinks and what not, but were also scrambling around trying to stop all the water running through the garage around their feet, as their drive slopes down from the road and the drain along the front of it was overflowing.
Seemed rather odd. There wasn't anything in the garage I could see that was being damaged, it was just camping chairs and umbrellas, but, just an odd way to party.
Last weekend, or maybe the one before, it was exceptionally cold on Saturday, followed by some very heavy rain from about 7.30pm.
At whatever point I went upstairs to get something and I when to close the curtains, I looked out of the window along our road and the people over the road and a few doors along had their garage door wide open, and inside was a group of teens/youths having a party in the garage. I could make out the music, and they all had drinks and what not, but were also scrambling around trying to stop all the water running through the garage around their feet, as their drive slopes down from the road and the drain along the front of it was overflowing.
Seemed rather odd. There wasn't anything in the garage I could see that was being damaged, it was just camping chairs and umbrellas, but, just an odd way to party.
Keep on meaning to post up abut the odd fellow who lives round the corner from me who likes to paint spray his old sheds, out in the open on his grass verge.
He did a Mercedes a few months ago, he tapes it all up and just goes for it, overspray everywhere, doesn't try and get rid of any rust or imperfections; just sprays over it in the open air. The finished job was atrocious, Stevie Wonder would be able to tell how bad it was, his Mercedes ended up with different shades of silver on all panels and a kind of matte effect, which I'm sure wasn't his intention.
He is currently working on an old motorhome.
He did a Mercedes a few months ago, he tapes it all up and just goes for it, overspray everywhere, doesn't try and get rid of any rust or imperfections; just sprays over it in the open air. The finished job was atrocious, Stevie Wonder would be able to tell how bad it was, his Mercedes ended up with different shades of silver on all panels and a kind of matte effect, which I'm sure wasn't his intention.
He is currently working on an old motorhome.
Ha I think I must have bought one of his last jobs. My wife's car is all different shades of blue and has a lovely matt/crinkled effect where the paint hasn't taken too well. All in all the car looks terrible even from 50 feet away but I love driving it and I don't care how many times it gets pranged.
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Our neighbour is a single lady in her 80's and she's in and out all day making short trips about 15/20 minutes each time. The nearest village is an 8 mile round trip so it's not like she's popping out for paper and milk at least once an hour. Definitely a drug dealer!
Added to keep it thread appropriate:
Our neighbour is a single lady in her 80's and she's in and out all day making short trips about 15/20 minutes each time. The nearest village is an 8 mile round trip so it's not like she's popping out for paper and milk at least once an hour. Definitely a drug dealer!
Edited by Mr. H on Thursday 24th November 11:30
The idiot two doors up from me, moaning about how he'd only just cleared the leaves from his garden/driveway, and now it all needed doing again.
This despite the fact that there are no leaves still on the trees in the street, so no new leaves falling.
The odd part? Well what made his complaint odd was that he was raking/sweeping all the leaves out onto the carriageway, and piling them neatly into the knook of the turning head of the cul-de-sac.
No wonder the leaves just blow right back into your garden if you can't be bothered to put them into bags or compost them properly, FFS. His logic for doing it this way? It's the council's fault, apparently. The trees are in the street, so the leaves belong to the council and they need to come to clean them up.
It's the same household that, every single week, manages to fill a large wheelie bin to overflowing, despite there being just two retirees living there. My household consists of 4 adults when both boys are home, yet we barely manage to fill a black bin bag per week.
This despite the fact that there are no leaves still on the trees in the street, so no new leaves falling.
The odd part? Well what made his complaint odd was that he was raking/sweeping all the leaves out onto the carriageway, and piling them neatly into the knook of the turning head of the cul-de-sac.
No wonder the leaves just blow right back into your garden if you can't be bothered to put them into bags or compost them properly, FFS. His logic for doing it this way? It's the council's fault, apparently. The trees are in the street, so the leaves belong to the council and they need to come to clean them up.
It's the same household that, every single week, manages to fill a large wheelie bin to overflowing, despite there being just two retirees living there. My household consists of 4 adults when both boys are home, yet we barely manage to fill a black bin bag per week.
I moved house a few months back, and on the face of it my neighbours were your standard elderly couple.
I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
Sycamore said:
I moved house a few months back, and on the face of it my neighbours were your standard elderly couple.
I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
That's just an old people thing. Once you get to about 70 your clutch/accelerator control coordination goes out of the window from what I've witnessed.I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
Sycamore said:
I moved house a few months back, and on the face of it my neighbours were your standard elderly couple.
I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
Red-line from cold? Bet you can't wait to see that go bang I recently bought an MR2 which has had its exhausts upgraded etc, so admittedly the thing is somewhat loud when it's first started at 8 on a morning and the engine is cold etc. Once the revs settle it's no louder than any other petrol on tickover.
Knowing it's loud, the moment I start it up I'll drive away as quietly as I can, and not leave it ticking over on the driveway etc.
Since getting the new car, whenever the gent seems to leave, he red-lines his Nissan Juke all of the way down his driveway, then continues to red-line it until he is at the junction further down the road.
My Dad left the house just after him one day and the whole time he's red-lining it down the street, he's staring at my house. I can only assume this is him trying to "get back" at me for having a loud-ish car, which makes no sense as his neighbour on the other side has a modified Impreza which must be one of the loudest cars I've ever heard.
Retirement must do strange things to you.
We have had a card through the door from the postman today - one where he is supposed to tell me where the parcel he tried to deliver is. He has forgotten to write on it. Nothing!
We have four neighbours who may have taken it in... one has called me and left a message... and I quote:
" Hi Matt - I have a parcel of yours. Erm, ... errrrrr. Bye."
1471 is now my number when I called to speak to see if the Mrs was home. Not too tricky to work out, just awkward.
We have four neighbours who may have taken it in... one has called me and left a message... and I quote:
" Hi Matt - I have a parcel of yours. Erm, ... errrrrr. Bye."
1471 is now my number when I called to speak to see if the Mrs was home. Not too tricky to work out, just awkward.
One of my neighbors has parked her Volvo 4x4 thing halfway over another's driveway, she has a 2 car drive which is empty. I can only hope her and the 3 spawn of satan are due to move out hence the clear drive for removal truck. One of my other neighbors has 2 of each wheelie bins, every week they are full to the brim, 2 adults and 3 kids, I'm sure their bagging their s
t instead of flushing.
t instead of flushing. I've noticed one of my neighbours (well he lives at the back of me) doing something a little strange over the last couple of weeks.
I live adjacent to a golf course, over the road are bushes and trees which cover a hole in the fence of the golf course, obviously a few people use it to gain access to walk dogs and play golf for free on an evening, however this guy who lives a two minute walk from the golf course drives his car up to the hole in the fence around 10PM most nights, then disappears into the darkness and I presume onto the golf course to a good 30 minutes or so, then returns and drives off.
Most odd. I might have to follow him one day and find out what he's up to.
I live adjacent to a golf course, over the road are bushes and trees which cover a hole in the fence of the golf course, obviously a few people use it to gain access to walk dogs and play golf for free on an evening, however this guy who lives a two minute walk from the golf course drives his car up to the hole in the fence around 10PM most nights, then disappears into the darkness and I presume onto the golf course to a good 30 minutes or so, then returns and drives off.
Most odd. I might have to follow him one day and find out what he's up to.
MockingJay said:
I've noticed one of my neighbours (well he lives at the back of me) doing something a little strange over the last couple of weeks.
I live adjacent to a golf course, over the road are bushes and trees which cover a hole in the fence of the golf course, obviously a few people use it to gain access to walk dogs and play golf for free on an evening, however this guy who lives a two minute walk from the golf course drives his car up to the hole in the fence around 10PM most nights, then disappears into the darkness and I presume onto the golf course to a good 30 minutes or so, then returns and drives off.
Most odd. I might have to follow him one day and find out what he's up to.
I bet he's collecting lost balls.I live adjacent to a golf course, over the road are bushes and trees which cover a hole in the fence of the golf course, obviously a few people use it to gain access to walk dogs and play golf for free on an evening, however this guy who lives a two minute walk from the golf course drives his car up to the hole in the fence around 10PM most nights, then disappears into the darkness and I presume onto the golf course to a good 30 minutes or so, then returns and drives off.
Most odd. I might have to follow him one day and find out what he's up to.
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