Odd things your neighbours do?
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kowalski655 said:
Johnnytheboy said:
No, he was quite specific that it was a party in the layby.
They do go to a load of festivals and free parties, but this was the first time I'd seen them dressed like this!
Layby? Party? This sounds like posh doggingThey do go to a load of festivals and free parties, but this was the first time I'd seen them dressed like this!
Another thread reminded me of a little bit of weirdness from a neighbour
The house in question was adjacent to a local primary school, naturally that meant that at school / home time, the little darlings would traipse across my front garden and use the dividing fence between myself and next door as a hurdle. Anyhow, my solution was to put up a nice 4ft fence around the front of the property - easy peasy, rent an auger, get some posts and screw some panels in between.
So there i am, busy sticking up the fence and i only have 1 panel left to fit. From nowhere appears the bloke who lives across the road, he's so busy ranting that i can't actually figure out what he's on about. I tell him to wind his neck in and explain what his problem is, what on earth could i have done that made him sooooo mad. So mad in fact, that his face was purple and the veins on the side of his head throbbed like some Dr Who villain.
It transpired that my new fence, in all it's untreated wooden glory, was reflecting some sunlight into his dingy lounge and now he couldn't see his TV properly. Bit odd really as firstly it wasn't a sunny day and secondly his curtains were permanently closed.
Remaining calm, I told him that i was planning on treating the fence with creosote etc and that would darken it up anyway, but no. That wasn't good enough, he insisted that i take down the fence immediately - or he would, then and there.
really?? hmm
Eventually we reached a compromise, that being he would return to his property and never speak to me again and in return i wouldn't bash him round the head with a fence post.
The house in question was adjacent to a local primary school, naturally that meant that at school / home time, the little darlings would traipse across my front garden and use the dividing fence between myself and next door as a hurdle. Anyhow, my solution was to put up a nice 4ft fence around the front of the property - easy peasy, rent an auger, get some posts and screw some panels in between.
So there i am, busy sticking up the fence and i only have 1 panel left to fit. From nowhere appears the bloke who lives across the road, he's so busy ranting that i can't actually figure out what he's on about. I tell him to wind his neck in and explain what his problem is, what on earth could i have done that made him sooooo mad. So mad in fact, that his face was purple and the veins on the side of his head throbbed like some Dr Who villain.
It transpired that my new fence, in all it's untreated wooden glory, was reflecting some sunlight into his dingy lounge and now he couldn't see his TV properly. Bit odd really as firstly it wasn't a sunny day and secondly his curtains were permanently closed.
Remaining calm, I told him that i was planning on treating the fence with creosote etc and that would darken it up anyway, but no. That wasn't good enough, he insisted that i take down the fence immediately - or he would, then and there.
really?? hmm
Eventually we reached a compromise, that being he would return to his property and never speak to me again and in return i wouldn't bash him round the head with a fence post.
littlebasher said:
Another thread reminded me of a little bit of weirdness from a neighbour
The house in question was adjacent to a local primary school, naturally that meant that at school / home time, the little darlings would traipse across my front garden and use the dividing fence between myself and next door as a hurdle. Anyhow, my solution was to put up a nice 4ft fence around the front of the property - easy peasy, rent an auger, get some posts and screw some panels in between.
So there i am, busy sticking up the fence and i only have 1 panel left to fit. From nowhere appears the bloke who lives across the road, he's so busy ranting that i can't actually figure out what he's on about. I tell him to wind his neck in and explain what his problem is, what on earth could i have done that made him sooooo mad. So mad in fact, that his face was purple and the veins on the side of his head throbbed like some Dr Who villain.
It transpired that my new fence, in all it's untreated wooden glory, was reflecting some sunlight into his dingy lounge and now he couldn't see his TV properly. Bit odd really as firstly it wasn't a sunny day and secondly his curtains were permanently closed.
Remaining calm, I told him that i was planning on treating the fence with creosote etc and that would darken it up anyway, but no. That wasn't good enough, he insisted that i take down the fence immediately - or he would, then and there.
really?? hmm
Eventually we reached a compromise, that being he would return to his property and never speak to me again and in return i wouldn't bash him round the head with a fence post.
You would be quite the little basher then. Oh, what an appropriate username. The house in question was adjacent to a local primary school, naturally that meant that at school / home time, the little darlings would traipse across my front garden and use the dividing fence between myself and next door as a hurdle. Anyhow, my solution was to put up a nice 4ft fence around the front of the property - easy peasy, rent an auger, get some posts and screw some panels in between.
So there i am, busy sticking up the fence and i only have 1 panel left to fit. From nowhere appears the bloke who lives across the road, he's so busy ranting that i can't actually figure out what he's on about. I tell him to wind his neck in and explain what his problem is, what on earth could i have done that made him sooooo mad. So mad in fact, that his face was purple and the veins on the side of his head throbbed like some Dr Who villain.
It transpired that my new fence, in all it's untreated wooden glory, was reflecting some sunlight into his dingy lounge and now he couldn't see his TV properly. Bit odd really as firstly it wasn't a sunny day and secondly his curtains were permanently closed.
Remaining calm, I told him that i was planning on treating the fence with creosote etc and that would darken it up anyway, but no. That wasn't good enough, he insisted that i take down the fence immediately - or he would, then and there.
really?? hmm
Eventually we reached a compromise, that being he would return to his property and never speak to me again and in return i wouldn't bash him round the head with a fence post.
Where we live a lot of people have to park on the street, everyone has always just parked down one side
One of my neighbours has got himself a new second hand car and has started to park it on the other side of the road
Nothing illegal but just odd. I can only assume he wants to be able to see it from his sofa or something
Only a trivial thing but it's lost the street 4 or 5 spaces as other people now have to leave a gap incase a lorry or similar comes
Most odd
One of my neighbours has got himself a new second hand car and has started to park it on the other side of the road
Nothing illegal but just odd. I can only assume he wants to be able to see it from his sofa or something
Only a trivial thing but it's lost the street 4 or 5 spaces as other people now have to leave a gap incase a lorry or similar comes
Most odd
Spare tyre said:
Only a trivial thing but it's lost the street 4 or 5 spaces as other people now have to leave a gap incase a lorry or similar comes
Most odd
That's not odd, just massively selfish. Best thing would be for everyone else to just park normally on the usual side. He'll soon get the message when lorry drivers start ringing his doorbell asking him to move his car...Most odd
JDMDrifter said:
Our neighbours are proper oddballs, hardly ever leave the house. For some reason they hate taking parcels in for us and get thoroughly arsey when they bring them round?!
Perhaps you should go and collect them then. We take in parcels for a few neighbours but expect them to come and collect them from us, rather than us having to go and knock for them.Just a thought.
The parcel story just reminded me that a few months ago I had a parcel left with my neighbour a couple of houses down. They are a younger couple probably a similar age to myself.
I knocked on the door and the girl answered in her knickers and bra, and then proceeded to chat for a minute or so before wandering off to get my parcel, all whilst in her underwear.
I genuinely found it really really quite odd that she wasn't bothered at all about being semi-dressed.
I feel weird just answering the door to the postman in my dressing gown and have to quickly pull on pants and a t-shirt first...
I knocked on the door and the girl answered in her knickers and bra, and then proceeded to chat for a minute or so before wandering off to get my parcel, all whilst in her underwear.
I genuinely found it really really quite odd that she wasn't bothered at all about being semi-dressed.
I feel weird just answering the door to the postman in my dressing gown and have to quickly pull on pants and a t-shirt first...
Not quite a neighbour but the first house at the entrance to my old village Catcliffe, a northern ex-mining community between Rotherham and Sheffield.
I lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
I lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
NinjaPower said:
The parcel story just reminded me that a few months ago I had a parcel left with my neighbour a couple of houses down. They are a younger couple probably a similar age to myself.
I knocked on the door and the girl answered in her knickers and bra, and then proceeded to chat for a minute or so before wandering off to get my parcel, all whilst in her underwear.
I genuinely found it really really quite odd that she wasn't bothered at all about being semi-dressed.
I feel weird just answering the door to the postman in my dressing gown and have to quickly pull on pants and a t-shirt first...
Some people just don't see an opportunity when it presents itself do they I knocked on the door and the girl answered in her knickers and bra, and then proceeded to chat for a minute or so before wandering off to get my parcel, all whilst in her underwear.
I genuinely found it really really quite odd that she wasn't bothered at all about being semi-dressed.
I feel weird just answering the door to the postman in my dressing gown and have to quickly pull on pants and a t-shirt first...
Pictures?
knitware said:
Not quite a neighbour but the first house at the entrance to my old village Catcliffe, a northern ex-mining community between Rotherham and Sheffield.
I lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
It says that there is a bald fat dad who has a penchance for vests, a fat wife who likes velour tracksuits and a couple of kids who wear track suits gear and trainers but have never seen the inside of a gym and they also have a staffy with a rope as a lead.I lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
My neighbours is a one side is XXXX
1. He told my tenants that I would be returning from working abroad and I would be kicking them out of the rented property - t
t what business is it of his ?
2. Upon returning from abroad - a few months later he starts to build a PVC conservatory/ sXXT heap. Upon seeing him in the garden I asked him if he has planning permission - states oh no doesn't need it under permitted planning - are you sure upon which he launched into a tirade about a whole host of random stuff. Fast forward 3 weeks - as I sit in my garden watching him take it and down to rebuild it - oh what pleasure
3. Front hedge - he requests I go round his side and trim his side of the hedge. You can probably guess what I told him. In protest I have trimmed my side and half of the middle (if that makes sense ?) his side is now taller on his side. He did threaten to chop it all down...
4. We had several knocks on the door several weekends ago - it all stemmed from the fact that my car was touching his (we are talking no more than a width of sheet of paper). So I awake and go outside and he starts ranting and raving in front of his 3 year old daughter - great attitude. I simply laughed in his face and asked him to let me know when the police arrived.
He is a BXX END of the highest order - rant over
1. He told my tenants that I would be returning from working abroad and I would be kicking them out of the rented property - t
t what business is it of his ?2. Upon returning from abroad - a few months later he starts to build a PVC conservatory/ sXXT heap. Upon seeing him in the garden I asked him if he has planning permission - states oh no doesn't need it under permitted planning - are you sure upon which he launched into a tirade about a whole host of random stuff. Fast forward 3 weeks - as I sit in my garden watching him take it and down to rebuild it - oh what pleasure
3. Front hedge - he requests I go round his side and trim his side of the hedge. You can probably guess what I told him. In protest I have trimmed my side and half of the middle (if that makes sense ?) his side is now taller on his side. He did threaten to chop it all down...
4. We had several knocks on the door several weekends ago - it all stemmed from the fact that my car was touching his (we are talking no more than a width of sheet of paper). So I awake and go outside and he starts ranting and raving in front of his 3 year old daughter - great attitude. I simply laughed in his face and asked him to let me know when the police arrived.
He is a BXX END of the highest order - rant over
Several send occasional humorous/piss taking texts about my attire/social life/activities/short shorts...
Seriously though, I love my neighbours.
A few of us have made pacts never to move. In fact one has bought the house next door to ensure his stay, and another is attempting to do this in the next few years. (There's just two homes out of half a dozen that will be moving on).
This week I've been given free fire wood, bottles of wine and offered a lift. A few weeks ago a neighbour drove my parents home after a car accident. I can pop over for a cuppa anytime and trust them/vice versa with parcels/keeping an eye on house etc.
They look after me and all very sound.
Christ knows what my neighbours post about me however...
Seriously though, I love my neighbours.
A few of us have made pacts never to move. In fact one has bought the house next door to ensure his stay, and another is attempting to do this in the next few years. (There's just two homes out of half a dozen that will be moving on).
This week I've been given free fire wood, bottles of wine and offered a lift. A few weeks ago a neighbour drove my parents home after a car accident. I can pop over for a cuppa anytime and trust them/vice versa with parcels/keeping an eye on house etc.
They look after me and all very sound.
Christ knows what my neighbours post about me however...
knitware said:
Not quite a neighbour but the first house at the entrance to my old village Catcliffe, a northern ex-mining community between Rotherham and Sheffield.
I lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
I've told you before. Stop taking pictures of my fI lived there a few years and a flag has been there all that time. I’m all for a bit of Pomp and Circumstance, but driving home and seeing this, ugh, chavtastic.
Was I being churlish, what does it say to you?
king house, or I'll set the staffer on you! Or the wife. Velour burns aren't a laughing matter!;-)
The place I live in is very quiet and over the 10 years I've been here very little has ever happened with neighbours, but one chap sticks in my mind from about 6 years ago.
He lived in the house next door to me and owned a pub in town.
He was quite an aggressive 'bulldog' looking chap, but was always ok with me, said hello and suchlike, house and garden were always very tidy. But he seemed to have a very turbulent/violent relationship with his wife/partner.
Pretty much at least once a week, you would hear shouting from him and screaming/crying from her, followed by the sound of things smashing... It was particularly noticeable in summer when he had the house windows open.
Once they had rowed for a good 15 minutes or so and broken some crockery, she would run out of the house and off down the street, crying as she went, and then he would get in his car and drive off down the road looking for her. She would then be dragged back to the house.
By this point one of the neighbours would have called the Police who would them promptly arrive in a van to speak with them both.
This went on for a few months until one night I heard raised male voices out the back of his house. His house was next to mine but the road went 90 degrees and ended behind his house so his driveway was actually to the side/rear of his property and could be seen from my upstairs rear windows.
I went upstairs and without switching any lights on and looked out of a rear bedroom window, and could see a BMW 5 series parked on his drive next to his Ford Focus and his Suzuki GSXR. There were 3 large chaps standing arguing with him but I couldn't quite make out what was being said so I opened the window a bit, and realised they were somewhat angry over the treatment of his partner...
The what followed was like something out of a film. They started on him and 2 of them held him up against the house wall while the 3rd chap gave him a really good beating.. They they took turns at it, and then started mocking him by saying stuff like "he's had enough lads, he's had enough. Let's help him up" they would then help him up off the floor and then kick him over again and say "what you doing Stu?! You've fell over again! Do you need a hand up?" And then start punching him again...
They really went to town on him.
After a while I stopped watching the proceedings and carried on watching a film.
It all went very quiet for the rest of the night, but the next morning I looked out of the rear upstairs window to see the windscreen on his focus all smashed in, the roof caved in like someone had been jumping on it, and the back window smashed, and his Suzuki bike pushed over.
Didn't see him for days after.. But he was using his bike and just left the focus on the drive but cleaned up the glass.
Never saw his partner again, and about 3 months later he moved out and a 'for sale' sign appeared on the house.
Odd but strangely satisfying. It was the only night no one on the whole road called the police...
He lived in the house next door to me and owned a pub in town.
He was quite an aggressive 'bulldog' looking chap, but was always ok with me, said hello and suchlike, house and garden were always very tidy. But he seemed to have a very turbulent/violent relationship with his wife/partner.
Pretty much at least once a week, you would hear shouting from him and screaming/crying from her, followed by the sound of things smashing... It was particularly noticeable in summer when he had the house windows open.
Once they had rowed for a good 15 minutes or so and broken some crockery, she would run out of the house and off down the street, crying as she went, and then he would get in his car and drive off down the road looking for her. She would then be dragged back to the house.
By this point one of the neighbours would have called the Police who would them promptly arrive in a van to speak with them both.
This went on for a few months until one night I heard raised male voices out the back of his house. His house was next to mine but the road went 90 degrees and ended behind his house so his driveway was actually to the side/rear of his property and could be seen from my upstairs rear windows.
I went upstairs and without switching any lights on and looked out of a rear bedroom window, and could see a BMW 5 series parked on his drive next to his Ford Focus and his Suzuki GSXR. There were 3 large chaps standing arguing with him but I couldn't quite make out what was being said so I opened the window a bit, and realised they were somewhat angry over the treatment of his partner...
The what followed was like something out of a film. They started on him and 2 of them held him up against the house wall while the 3rd chap gave him a really good beating.. They they took turns at it, and then started mocking him by saying stuff like "he's had enough lads, he's had enough. Let's help him up" they would then help him up off the floor and then kick him over again and say "what you doing Stu?! You've fell over again! Do you need a hand up?" And then start punching him again...
They really went to town on him.
After a while I stopped watching the proceedings and carried on watching a film.
It all went very quiet for the rest of the night, but the next morning I looked out of the rear upstairs window to see the windscreen on his focus all smashed in, the roof caved in like someone had been jumping on it, and the back window smashed, and his Suzuki bike pushed over.
Didn't see him for days after.. But he was using his bike and just left the focus on the drive but cleaned up the glass.
Never saw his partner again, and about 3 months later he moved out and a 'for sale' sign appeared on the house.
Odd but strangely satisfying. It was the only night no one on the whole road called the police...
5potTurbo said:
^^^ I honestly don't know if his beating's good or bad. You watched it and did nothing, but he *seemed" like he was a to his partner.
I did indeed watch and do nothing. to his partner. From what I had seen and heard, he was really quite physically and verbally aggressive to his partner, and it wasn't like she was screaming and punching back at him.. She just used to start crying and attempt to flee the property.
I didn't feel sorry for him.
HTP99 said:
It says that there is a bald fat dad who has a penchance for vests, a fat wife who likes velour tracksuits and a couple of kids who wear track suits gear and trainers but have never seen the inside of a gym and they also have a staffy with a rope as a lead.
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