Odd things your neighbours do?
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Brigand said:
Well, my neighbour as in the guy that lives in the room opposite mine is something of an oddball.
It's fairly clear he isn't one to enjoy other people's company. He rarely comes out of his room, and when he does its either to go to work or throw something in the oven. When he does emerge, he runs up and down the stairs. All the time, as if to limit exposure to the rest of the house. He lives off rice, microwave meals or oven-baked stuff such as onion rings and curly fries. Exclusively.
Often he'll race downstairs, put something in the microwave, and once its done he'll leave it there for half and hour or so before racing downstairs to slop it on a plate then race back upstairs again to eat. (He also seems to collect plates and cutlery in there, which he will once or twice a month deposit in the sink in a pile before scuttling off again. Maybe he'll clean it up a few days later)
He'll order takeaway but not listen out for the delivery person coming to the door. My room is above the door and the delivery bloke will be hammering away on it whilst the neighbour is ignoring or oblivious. On occasion I've taken in the food and hammered on his bedroom door to no avail. Other times delivery man has left the scene keeping the food.
He sings quite a bit. I heard him walking down the street singing "Somewhere over the rainbow" rather loudly to himself once. Show tunes seem to be his favourite. One of the housemates put it nicely when saying its good that he does sing, as it shows there's some kind of human buried under the automaton that he appears to be.
He clearly has an aversion to speaking to anyone, as he'll avoid us at all costs. Several times he's come home from the supermarket, bags of shopping in hand, only to realise someone is in the kitchen so he'll just leave his bags on the floor of the entrance hall for hours on end until people go to bed, whereupon he'll emerge and put his now thoroughly defrosted stuff away.
He has a steamer that he uses to cook rice. But he only cleans it when he's going to use it again, so in the mean time we have a starchy mold that looks to spread spores around as the mold creeps from his pot to the surrounding objects as the days creep by. No amount of asking him to clean up after himself works.
When you factor all this into the fact he is a doctor, I really do pity his patients.
I lived with a guy who was just like this, except he was a Physicist. Couldn't work out why he didn't just get a place of his own if he hated other people. He also use to jump and leap around the house which was pretty weird. Definitely something wrong with him, and it seemed his parents weren't particularly good getting him a bit of support. It's fairly clear he isn't one to enjoy other people's company. He rarely comes out of his room, and when he does its either to go to work or throw something in the oven. When he does emerge, he runs up and down the stairs. All the time, as if to limit exposure to the rest of the house. He lives off rice, microwave meals or oven-baked stuff such as onion rings and curly fries. Exclusively.
Often he'll race downstairs, put something in the microwave, and once its done he'll leave it there for half and hour or so before racing downstairs to slop it on a plate then race back upstairs again to eat. (He also seems to collect plates and cutlery in there, which he will once or twice a month deposit in the sink in a pile before scuttling off again. Maybe he'll clean it up a few days later)
He'll order takeaway but not listen out for the delivery person coming to the door. My room is above the door and the delivery bloke will be hammering away on it whilst the neighbour is ignoring or oblivious. On occasion I've taken in the food and hammered on his bedroom door to no avail. Other times delivery man has left the scene keeping the food.
He sings quite a bit. I heard him walking down the street singing "Somewhere over the rainbow" rather loudly to himself once. Show tunes seem to be his favourite. One of the housemates put it nicely when saying its good that he does sing, as it shows there's some kind of human buried under the automaton that he appears to be.
He clearly has an aversion to speaking to anyone, as he'll avoid us at all costs. Several times he's come home from the supermarket, bags of shopping in hand, only to realise someone is in the kitchen so he'll just leave his bags on the floor of the entrance hall for hours on end until people go to bed, whereupon he'll emerge and put his now thoroughly defrosted stuff away.
He has a steamer that he uses to cook rice. But he only cleans it when he's going to use it again, so in the mean time we have a starchy mold that looks to spread spores around as the mold creeps from his pot to the surrounding objects as the days creep by. No amount of asking him to clean up after himself works.
When you factor all this into the fact he is a doctor, I really do pity his patients.
Edited by Brigand on Monday 15th June 02:32
thismonkeyhere said:
Hooli said:
thismonkeyhere said:
Hooli said:
You should see the state of the desks & computers in the labs here. Some of the Drs who should know better than even most Drs have computers that stick to you when you touch them...
Could be part of the experiment?
Greg- said:
Brigand said:
Well, my neighbour as in the guy that lives in the room opposite mine is something of an oddball.
It's fairly clear he isn't one to enjoy other people's company. He rarely comes out of his room, and when he does its either to go to work or throw something in the oven. When he does emerge, he runs up and down the stairs. All the time, as if to limit exposure to the rest of the house. He lives off rice, microwave meals or oven-baked stuff such as onion rings and curly fries. Exclusively.
Often he'll race downstairs, put something in the microwave, and once its done he'll leave it there for half and hour or so before racing downstairs to slop it on a plate then race back upstairs again to eat. (He also seems to collect plates and cutlery in there, which he will once or twice a month deposit in the sink in a pile before scuttling off again. Maybe he'll clean it up a few days later)
He'll order takeaway but not listen out for the delivery person coming to the door. My room is above the door and the delivery bloke will be hammering away on it whilst the neighbour is ignoring or oblivious. On occasion I've taken in the food and hammered on his bedroom door to no avail. Other times delivery man has left the scene keeping the food.
He sings quite a bit. I heard him walking down the street singing "Somewhere over the rainbow" rather loudly to himself once. Show tunes seem to be his favourite. One of the housemates put it nicely when saying its good that he does sing, as it shows there's some kind of human buried under the automaton that he appears to be.
He clearly has an aversion to speaking to anyone, as he'll avoid us at all costs. Several times he's come home from the supermarket, bags of shopping in hand, only to realise someone is in the kitchen so he'll just leave his bags on the floor of the entrance hall for hours on end until people go to bed, whereupon he'll emerge and put his now thoroughly defrosted stuff away.
He has a steamer that he uses to cook rice. But he only cleans it when he's going to use it again, so in the mean time we have a starchy mold that looks to spread spores around as the mold creeps from his pot to the surrounding objects as the days creep by. No amount of asking him to clean up after himself works.
When you factor all this into the fact he is a doctor, I really do pity his patients.
I lived with a guy who was just like this, except he was a Physicist. Couldn't work out why he didn't just get a place of his own if he hated other people. He also use to jump and leap around the house which was pretty weird. Definitely something wrong with him, and it seemed his parents weren't particularly good getting him a bit of support. It's fairly clear he isn't one to enjoy other people's company. He rarely comes out of his room, and when he does its either to go to work or throw something in the oven. When he does emerge, he runs up and down the stairs. All the time, as if to limit exposure to the rest of the house. He lives off rice, microwave meals or oven-baked stuff such as onion rings and curly fries. Exclusively.
Often he'll race downstairs, put something in the microwave, and once its done he'll leave it there for half and hour or so before racing downstairs to slop it on a plate then race back upstairs again to eat. (He also seems to collect plates and cutlery in there, which he will once or twice a month deposit in the sink in a pile before scuttling off again. Maybe he'll clean it up a few days later)
He'll order takeaway but not listen out for the delivery person coming to the door. My room is above the door and the delivery bloke will be hammering away on it whilst the neighbour is ignoring or oblivious. On occasion I've taken in the food and hammered on his bedroom door to no avail. Other times delivery man has left the scene keeping the food.
He sings quite a bit. I heard him walking down the street singing "Somewhere over the rainbow" rather loudly to himself once. Show tunes seem to be his favourite. One of the housemates put it nicely when saying its good that he does sing, as it shows there's some kind of human buried under the automaton that he appears to be.
He clearly has an aversion to speaking to anyone, as he'll avoid us at all costs. Several times he's come home from the supermarket, bags of shopping in hand, only to realise someone is in the kitchen so he'll just leave his bags on the floor of the entrance hall for hours on end until people go to bed, whereupon he'll emerge and put his now thoroughly defrosted stuff away.
He has a steamer that he uses to cook rice. But he only cleans it when he's going to use it again, so in the mean time we have a starchy mold that looks to spread spores around as the mold creeps from his pot to the surrounding objects as the days creep by. No amount of asking him to clean up after himself works.
When you factor all this into the fact he is a doctor, I really do pity his patients.
Edited by Brigand on Monday 15th June 02:32
He left his bank statements out in the kitchen the other day. In comparison to me at least, the guy is minted, with over £15k in his bank account. Figures really, junior doctor's pay and he never seems to spend anything - I don't think he appreciated though its not really a good idea to leave such sensitive information just lying around though.
For most of the time he has been living here (just over a year now) he's been suffering a horrendous hacking cough, loud throat clearing and explosive sneezing. Whenever coughing/sneezing/grunting he would put maximum effort into it to create the maximum amount of noise possible. This began shortly after he visited home in Malaysia, so it had us suspecting he had Tuberculosis. His symptoms certainly matched the disease, and it is rife in the Pacific Rim region, but whatever he was suffering, to have had it for around eight months, how in God's name did he get around at work in a hospital as a doctor with that? His patients must have been terrified with him coughing and spluttering all over them.
The noise would drive us mad in the house, there was nowhere you couldn't hear it, but thankfully it seems to have passed now this past few weeks.
Buster73 said:
Timmy40 said:
My dad lost 14 lambs last year to dogs.
RobinBanks said:
Ah, now it makes more sense. The reclusive doctor is Malaysian.
I have nothing against people from Malaysia but having met some at university over the years they all displayed similar habits and traits to that.
I did suspect some of it is a cultural thing. Oh and he's very much alive, he just seems to have lost the cough, he still emerges in the night when everyone's in bed.I have nothing against people from Malaysia but having met some at university over the years they all displayed similar habits and traits to that.
Malaysian Chinese?
I knew one from my Uni days (Malaysian John), who would disappear into London most nights to visit casinos, would then return at some ungodly time in the morning, like 0630, and then stumble into lectures.
He still passed, but I was told that his Father owned a big company in Brunei ( I think), and so getting a good degree wasn't at the top of his list of priorities.
I knew one from my Uni days (Malaysian John), who would disappear into London most nights to visit casinos, would then return at some ungodly time in the morning, like 0630, and then stumble into lectures.
He still passed, but I was told that his Father owned a big company in Brunei ( I think), and so getting a good degree wasn't at the top of his list of priorities.
Brigand said:
Well, my neighbour as in the guy that lives in the room opposite mine is something of an oddball.
Does he have a PC in his room? Sounds like avid MMO gamer behaviour to me, always in the middle of some mission or quest. Headphones on could explain not hearing the delivery guy, or also just in the middle of something and couldn't take a break without disrupting his (and a load of other people) game.
Loaghtan Target said:
He's not really a neighbour but there is a guy who (it seems only in winter) I regularly see power walking along the coastal road from our village that I use every day - it's a pretty wild road in winter. I'll call him Father Christmas' Brother - because that's what he looks like - old guy, short and very solid build, bald with white beard and side tufts. His power walk is a cross between a military march and a robot. Even in the most bitter weather he is only ever seen in a sports vest and the smallest shorts possible. Last winter I was coming back late from workshop, fairly wild night, probably 3-4am, and I see this flashing light on the pavement. It's him, marching along, wearing next to f-all, with one of those flashing dog collars round his neck. I aspire to be as obviously double hard as he is, and give zero F!
great read 
Brigand said:
RobinBanks said:
Ah, now it makes more sense. The reclusive doctor is Malaysian.
I have nothing against people from Malaysia but having met some at university over the years they all displayed similar habits and traits to that.
I did suspect some of it is a cultural thing. Oh and he's very much alive, he just seems to have lost the cough, he still emerges in the night when everyone's in bed.I have nothing against people from Malaysia but having met some at university over the years they all displayed similar habits and traits to that.
Clearly we've uncovered some odd Malaysian subculture!
The youngish couple who moved in next door last month seemed quite pleasant at first, and as a cheeky bonus, she's quite fit.
However, I've noticed a pattern emerging, which is as follows:
Monday-Friday; all is quiet and respectable,with hardly a peep from them. Sometimes they're in bed by 9pm.
Friday and Saturday night, however, seems to descend into coke and booze fueled carnage, which normally ends with shouting, swearing and door slamming till the early hours.
They've now started hosting karaoke parties! f
ks sake! 
The bloke who lives two doors down was cleaning his cars in the rain again today It was absolutely pissing down as well
And the young blokes and girl who live in the house which backs on to mine are having another rave today. More quality tunes though. I haven't heard "On a Ragga Tip" by SL2 for years
However, I've noticed a pattern emerging, which is as follows:Monday-Friday; all is quiet and respectable,with hardly a peep from them. Sometimes they're in bed by 9pm.
Friday and Saturday night, however, seems to descend into coke and booze fueled carnage, which normally ends with shouting, swearing and door slamming till the early hours.
They've now started hosting karaoke parties! f
ks sake! The bloke who lives two doors down was cleaning his cars in the rain again today It was absolutely pissing down as well
And the young blokes and girl who live in the house which backs on to mine are having another rave today. More quality tunes though. I haven't heard "On a Ragga Tip" by SL2 for years
Edited by jogger1976 on Sunday 28th June 22:32
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