Odd things your neighbours do?
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Bins! Ha! The guy next door, retired, not a whole lot to do, dons a hi-viz to put the bins out. The road isn't terribly busy and the distance from the road to his fence is about fifteen feet, so he's in no danger. And, because he's retired, he can and does put the bin out on the day preceding collection, in broad daylight.
You can't be too careful.
You can't be too careful.
miniman said:
Two neighbours who dislike children. Odd, considering they seem to like their own children and grandchildren ok, and bought large detached houses on a cul-de-sac of other family sized houses immediately next to a school.
seriously. Who the f
k likes other peoples' children?DaveGoddard said:
DoubleSix said:
Yup. Add in tedious, trite and unimaginative.
I remember once on one of the rare occasions that I wash my car, one of my neighbours pulled up in her Fiesta and trotted out the "you can do mine next" line. I wasn't in the best of moods at the time and fired back "That joke has been around since cars were invented and hasn't got any funnier since." She never spoke to me again until her and her family moved out.Blown2CV said:
miniman said:
Two neighbours who dislike children. Odd, considering they seem to like their own children and grandchildren ok, and bought large detached houses on a cul-de-sac of other family sized houses immediately next to a school.
seriously. Who the fk likes other peoples' children?
Despite the fact I've only owned three houses I feel I could write a book on this subject.
In our first house the neighbour through the wall introduced himself the day we moved in, a lovely old guy in his 80's. He was as sharp as tack, his place was spotless and while he had his tv loud enough that we could hear every word he went to bed early and was the type of person you'd hope to find yourself living next door to. So far so good until one day, when I was in the back garden, he came out his back door with a huge butchers knife in his hand. He gives me one of those hello there nods and walks to the centre of his lawn where he gets down on all fours and starts stabbing the lawn repeatedly, full on slasher psycho style. He does this until his face is purple at which point he stands up and walks back into the house and shuts the door. I explain what I've just seen to the missus who reckons I'm the mentalist but low and behold a few days later she come running into the living room to tell me he's at it again. This went on for months until I decided I had to (nervously) ask him what he was up to, apparently it's a really good way to clean your knifes. That's the best way to get blood off a bayonet you know.
The neighbours on the other side were generally weird without any show stopping madness however they did comment that for one christmas they'd bought their 3 month old baby a kettle and their 11 year old son a radiator (all wrapped up and place under the tree).
At our second house (new build), on the day we moved in, actually taking the furniture out of the van, our next door neighbour was walking past about to get in his car. As we'd already made eye contact I said hello and introduced myself. His response, the first words he ever spoke to me were "you stole my house!". He then got in his car and sped off. His missus was nice enough and later explained that they were on the waiting list for the plot we'd ended up buying however we beat them to the punch. They'd had to settle for next door with (same house but slightly smaller plot). He remained an arrogant prick for the time we lived next door but I never did tire of moaning to him every time I had to cut the grass on our massive lawn.
Now safely in our third have a full blown conspiracy theorist living next door. Proper tinfoil hat, chem-trail believing, government plot stuff. The thing is he's a great neighbour and his love affair with CCTV means my place is probably less likely to get done over. I could go on but I'm scared he's monitoring my net usage and knows I'm taking about him.
Did I mention he's lovely.
In our first house the neighbour through the wall introduced himself the day we moved in, a lovely old guy in his 80's. He was as sharp as tack, his place was spotless and while he had his tv loud enough that we could hear every word he went to bed early and was the type of person you'd hope to find yourself living next door to. So far so good until one day, when I was in the back garden, he came out his back door with a huge butchers knife in his hand. He gives me one of those hello there nods and walks to the centre of his lawn where he gets down on all fours and starts stabbing the lawn repeatedly, full on slasher psycho style. He does this until his face is purple at which point he stands up and walks back into the house and shuts the door. I explain what I've just seen to the missus who reckons I'm the mentalist but low and behold a few days later she come running into the living room to tell me he's at it again. This went on for months until I decided I had to (nervously) ask him what he was up to, apparently it's a really good way to clean your knifes. That's the best way to get blood off a bayonet you know.
The neighbours on the other side were generally weird without any show stopping madness however they did comment that for one christmas they'd bought their 3 month old baby a kettle and their 11 year old son a radiator (all wrapped up and place under the tree).
At our second house (new build), on the day we moved in, actually taking the furniture out of the van, our next door neighbour was walking past about to get in his car. As we'd already made eye contact I said hello and introduced myself. His response, the first words he ever spoke to me were "you stole my house!". He then got in his car and sped off. His missus was nice enough and later explained that they were on the waiting list for the plot we'd ended up buying however we beat them to the punch. They'd had to settle for next door with (same house but slightly smaller plot). He remained an arrogant prick for the time we lived next door but I never did tire of moaning to him every time I had to cut the grass on our massive lawn.
Now safely in our third have a full blown conspiracy theorist living next door. Proper tinfoil hat, chem-trail believing, government plot stuff. The thing is he's a great neighbour and his love affair with CCTV means my place is probably less likely to get done over. I could go on but I'm scared he's monitoring my net usage and knows I'm taking about him.
Did I mention he's lovely.
You stole my house 
,had this when we moved here.
Next doors best mate moved in just across the way (their street branches off from ours).Always had a sense of something not right with her and then one day years later she blurted it out that we signed up for this house the same day they were going for it to live next door to her best mate.
Her next door is a total phsyco,wife had to go to court to be a witness to the big scrap that happened one day between next door and her ex's new partner.
(And before anyone asks,no I wouldn't,mother or daughter.)
,had this when we moved here.Next doors best mate moved in just across the way (their street branches off from ours).Always had a sense of something not right with her and then one day years later she blurted it out that we signed up for this house the same day they were going for it to live next door to her best mate.
Her next door is a total phsyco,wife had to go to court to be a witness to the big scrap that happened one day between next door and her ex's new partner.
(And before anyone asks,no I wouldn't,mother or daughter.)
i'm pretty lucky i think. Virtually nothing weird and there's quite a lot of people nearby. There isn't even anything remotely annoying these days and i am intolerant as fk.
A while back there was a family over the road who had moved from the Isle of Man. The Mum was a proper pisshead and used to be seen making a holy show in pubs and streets all over the village. Police called regularly, often arguments with similarly pissed conveyor belt of boyfriends. Once made very lecherous comments to a 14 year old schoolboy in front of his Mum, all very weird. Eventually all but the 16 year old daughter moved back to IoM, i guess she must have been at college or something... and she basically did what any kid that age would have done, and partied constantly. Pretty much every week at least once, for a year or so. I remember looking out the window at about 3am once after waking up, and there were about 200 kids in the small cul de sac we live on, dicking around in the street and generally being tts. Not causing damage or anything, it was quite funny in a way. I don't blame her for making the most of it though, i mean party house every night! i would have killed for that at 16. They sold the house though, and now we have a young and inoffensive family living there.
My parents on the other hand... they live on an reasonably affluent old people street, but their next door neighbour was completely incongruous bloke about my age who lived on his own and had a massive new ish porsche cayenne, multiple comings and goings and people banging on the door in the middle of the night. Once seen having an argument with someone in the street in the middle of the night brandishing a samurai sword. Would regularly disappear for weeks at a time. Died of a hear attack at 40 i think, wonder how that happened... hmm.
k. A while back there was a family over the road who had moved from the Isle of Man. The Mum was a proper pisshead and used to be seen making a holy show in pubs and streets all over the village. Police called regularly, often arguments with similarly pissed conveyor belt of boyfriends. Once made very lecherous comments to a 14 year old schoolboy in front of his Mum, all very weird. Eventually all but the 16 year old daughter moved back to IoM, i guess she must have been at college or something... and she basically did what any kid that age would have done, and partied constantly. Pretty much every week at least once, for a year or so. I remember looking out the window at about 3am once after waking up, and there were about 200 kids in the small cul de sac we live on, dicking around in the street and generally being t
ts. Not causing damage or anything, it was quite funny in a way. I don't blame her for making the most of it though, i mean party house every night! i would have killed for that at 16. They sold the house though, and now we have a young and inoffensive family living there. My parents on the other hand... they live on an reasonably affluent old people street, but their next door neighbour was completely incongruous bloke about my age who lived on his own and had a massive new ish porsche cayenne, multiple comings and goings and people banging on the door in the middle of the night. Once seen having an argument with someone in the street in the middle of the night brandishing a samurai sword. Would regularly disappear for weeks at a time. Died of a hear attack at 40 i think, wonder how that happened... hmm.
My neighbour on one side (the previously mentioned odd Parker) is a very slow, very glass-half-empty builder.
The neighbour on the other side - while lovely - has a reputation for falling out with tradesmen.
Now the former is working for the latter. This can only end well.
The neighbour on the other side - while lovely - has a reputation for falling out with tradesmen.
Now the former is working for the latter. This can only end well.
Edited by Johnnytheboy on Saturday 2nd August 23:13
my next door neighbours are just retired. got to say they are awsome. i come home from my workshop to find my lawn mowed... he was bored and doing his anyway was what he said 
did a great job. also he had the ladders out and was doing his gutters so decided he might as well do mine too. top folk. got in late last night and they were at thae tail end of a bbq.. saved us a burger each and a rack of ribs bless em. dropped a bottle of grants by today as i know he is fond of a wee drop . feel very lucky to have my neighbours. !!
did a great job. also he had the ladders out and was doing his gutters so decided he might as well do mine too. top folk. got in late last night and they were at thae tail end of a bbq.. saved us a burger each and a rack of ribs bless em. dropped a bottle of grants by today as i know he is fond of a wee drop . feel very lucky to have my neighbours. !!My old next door neighbour used to moan about me parking outside his house. This was from late evening to early hours of the morning (when he was asleep)in the only parking space in the street. Ironically he now parks outside someones house all day when he parks to commute to london.
Capri86 said:
We used to have a lovely old lady next door but a new couple have moved in and the woman has the most annoying nasally voice and is always arguing/shouting at her other half when we’re trying to chill in the garden. It’s a tone that really grates! Don’t know how the guy stands it, she’s not even shouting at me and I want to throw something at her!
Their kids have also taken to shooting their water pistols through small holes in the fence into our garden which is really pissing me off and has got the wife and our kids Guinea Pigs wet. Job for the weekend is to either silicon the holes in the fence, or fight back with 140bar of pressure washer and see if they get the hint!
I’m all for live and let live but they seem sooo irritating in so many ways. Our other neighbours we get on just fine with.
in a way, these are the worst kind of people. They seem to be skilled in doing things just not quite annoying enough to actually feel you are fully justified in complaining, so not only are they pissing you off constantly, but also make you feel petty about it. When you're around people like this all the time and you can't get away, or do anything about... becomes very wearing!Their kids have also taken to shooting their water pistols through small holes in the fence into our garden which is really pissing me off and has got the wife and our kids Guinea Pigs wet. Job for the weekend is to either silicon the holes in the fence, or fight back with 140bar of pressure washer and see if they get the hint!
I’m all for live and let live but they seem sooo irritating in so many ways. Our other neighbours we get on just fine with.
evilmunkey said:
my next door neighbours are just retired. got to say they are awsome. i come home from my workshop to find my lawn mowed... he was bored and doing his anyway was what he said did a great job. also he had the ladders out and was doing his gutters so decided he might as well do mine too. top folk. got in late last night and they were at thae tail end of a bbq.. saved us a burger each and a rack of ribs bless em. dropped a bottle of grants by today as i know he is fond of a wee drop . feel very lucky to have my neighbours. !!
just as well they are good at the things they do for you... imagine if the guy wrecked your lawn without asking! How awkward would it be to say "don't mow my lawn again thanks"! did a great job. also he had the ladders out and was doing his gutters so decided he might as well do mine too. top folk. got in late last night and they were at thae tail end of a bbq.. saved us a burger each and a rack of ribs bless em. dropped a bottle of grants by today as i know he is fond of a wee drop . feel very lucky to have my neighbours. !!JohnSW20 said:
There is a bloke who walks around Raynes Park, South West London holding very elaborate signs calling for world peace, stop Global Warming etc. The only other time you see him is helping his 100+ year mum walk around on a walking frame. See him all the time and would love to know his story but I'm afraid to ask!!!
They hold a vigil/protest outside the Alexandra pub in Wimbledon. Their church being just behind it. Often see them heading home down Worple.Used to have a family of Plymouth Bretheren in the house that backs onto mine. These are good ol' Christian zealots, who shun mobile phones, computers, smoking and drinking, among other things, as the work of the devil. Their women dress in long skirts and stout shoes, don't cut their hair, wear head-top scarves and have husbands who look as miserable as sin.
I was allowed into their garden to cut their trees back, but not on Sundays. Sundays were reserved for Christian sing-songs, windows and doors open, with a maniac hammering the piano into submission.
It's times like that I wish I had a TVR.
They've gone now, I think I smoked them out...
I was allowed into their garden to cut their trees back, but not on Sundays. Sundays were reserved for Christian sing-songs, windows and doors open, with a maniac hammering the piano into submission.
It's times like that I wish I had a TVR.
They've gone now, I think I smoked them out...
Blown2CV said:
just as well they are good at the things they do for you... imagine if the guy wrecked your lawn without asking! How awkward would it be to say "don't mow my lawn again thanks"!
When he was about 15 my brother did that for my parents and the neighbour and fked both lawns up. He was only trying to be helpful but he got a hell of a bking mybrainhurts said:
Used to have a family of Plymouth Bretheren in the house that backs onto mine. These are good ol' Christian zealots, who shun mobile phones, computers, smoking and drinking, among other things, as the work of the devil. Their women dress in long skirts and stout shoes, don't cut their hair, wear head-top scarves and have husbands who look as miserable as sin.
I was allowed into their garden to cut their trees back, but not on Sundays. Sundays were reserved for Christian sing-songs, windows and doors open, with a maniac hammering the piano into submission.
It's times like that I wish I had a TVR.
They've gone now, I think I smoked them out...
I've sold a couple of cars to Plymouth Bretheren, I had to remove the radio and CD player before they would take it, one of the cars was a 52 plate Espace and the radio unit is a special Espace only system which is situated in the back of the car, due to the value of the unit; around £1k, I suggested perhaps I should just disconnect it and when they came to sell the car the new owner could just reconnect it, it wouldn't do and it had to be removed and I could do what I wanted with it, unfortunately this was before I knew about ebay so I threw it in the back of the sales cupboard and forgot about it. I was allowed into their garden to cut their trees back, but not on Sundays. Sundays were reserved for Christian sing-songs, windows and doors open, with a maniac hammering the piano into submission.
It's times like that I wish I had a TVR.
They've gone now, I think I smoked them out...
It's a very odd and extreme way of living but each to their own I guess.
As for odd neighbours, we are fortunate that ours are ok and don't do anything particularly odd.
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