Posted 11 January 2011 - 10:35 AM
Years ago, when me and 'er indoors had our first place (a council flat) and our first kid we had a spot of bother.
Some people moved in below (previous people were fine) and started playing TV/Music REALLY loud at all hours. Initially it was the usual polite requests which were ignored. We then went through the proper channels...housing officer etc etc but to no avail. This really made our lives a misery, no exaggeration.
After a few months of this I had had enough. I knocked on the guys door, smashed him in the face a few times and he ran off crying. We had no more noise whatsoever after that despite him getting me arrested (funny how these loudmouths run to the cops they supposedly hate) Because I had been through all the proper channels and had evidence of their noise making, the coppers basically said 'I don't blame you' and that was that.
So sometimes violence does achieve something!
Push away the thief trying to steal your gift, the fighter is the one whose feet are swift.
Posted 11 January 2011 - 11:09 AM
Posted 11 January 2011 - 09:41 PM
Rumour going around Headingley that Wire will have to play the second half with 12 men.
It seems that they forgot to bring the half time oranges, and Solomona ate Chris Bridge instead.
Don't know why he was hungry, as he looked as though he had eaten the whole youth team before the game started.
Posted 11 January 2011 - 10:00 PM
things finally came to a head when the doorbell rang and a teenager asked if whatever his name was, was in and could he and his dozen or so mates come in for a chat, this was politely declined. me and one of the other tenants then went to the pub, when we returned the gang was still outside shouting up to his flat that they 'only wanted to talk to him' and they 'could wait all night' if they had to.
the actual next door neighbours were an alcoholic joy. she was a husband beater, although she seemed to use crockery rather than her fists.
Posted 11 January 2011 - 10:11 PM
I once lived in a bug and rat infested Glasgow slum, right in the attic of a tenemewnt. YOu'd hear all sorts of goings on at night.
On the landing was the only way of cooking food. A greasy barnacled encrusted gas ring. I got in from work one night, and stuck a couple of sausages in a pan and put them on the gas ring. I went into my gaff for a minute, only to see the door next to the gas ring open and an arm appear with a fork in itss hand. The fork lifted a sausage and it disappeared behind the door. I was transfixed. A minute laater it happened again and that was the last of my supper. I was inscensed and banged on the door for a word. The door opened and I was confronted by a tattoed chest. I looked up at the scarred broken nosed face from whoich emanated 'what dye want Jimmy'. All I could think of saying was: 'I just wondered if you enjoyed your sausages', before I legged it and bolted my door.
when I was a nipper the woman next door had a baby girl. She suffered from post natal depression big time and was admitted to the local psychiatric hospital for a very long time. The family had two other kids and the dad worked down the pit.
For a year at least I thought I had a new baby sister. Gillian was brought up from being a baby by my mother until her mother came home a long time later.
I live in a row of four houses. We have all brought our kids up together, taking each other's kids on holiday, helping each other in bad times and sharing good times.
Edited by l'angelo mysterioso, 12 January 2011 - 08:25 AM.
who think that life is but a joke
Posted 12 January 2011 - 08:09 AM
The bloke next door has on the face of it a really nice bungalow but its retired and clearly needs a lady in his life, he starts "projects" and never finishes them, his conservatory has been work in progress for 2 years that I know off, the pond was dug, but now is home to debris from other projects rather than water and fish, the green house frame is up but no glass etc etc, plus he says no to nothing, constantly appearing with new sheds, front doors, fire places, looks like steptoes yard sometimes. Then there’s the 5 cars and a motorbike, the cul-de-sac turning circle is now a drive extension for him!
On the other side is a nice enough couple, but there son has sneaky fags out of the bathroom window and hiding the evidence behind my shed, can’t be a good combination! Plus the lady of the house runs some sort of child care business which normally sees cars blocking my driveway when I get home of an evening, a small, petty, yet tiresome frustration as they tick all the female stereotypes, they chat for ages and once back in the car can’t reverse so it’s a nightly, tedious exercise that adds 10 minutes to my “commute” is there isn’t really anywhere else I can leave my car while I wait for them to go.
Then there’s a chap a few doors down who upset someone somehow as neighbours do, this escalated in to someone reporting him to the planning because he’d built a small, but rather quite nice wall around his front garden. After a few appeals the planning made him pull it down so he went around the estate and submitted a planning “dossier” which resulted in everyone else getting to share the pain of the planning authorities over mainly minor breaches. Was mildly entertaining. Being another chap without a lady in his life he put what I can only describe as orange netting over his beautiful wrought iron gates, whilst uttering the words “if they want an eye sore, I’ll give them an eye sore!”. The ultimate irony was the purchase of an ex Wigan MBC van still painted in council colours which is now parked on the cul-de-sac, partly were his wall once stood, so who ever was put out by his wall now has a much worse eye sore to look at!!!
Posted 12 January 2011 - 05:09 PM
That's a Loony Tunes cartoon isn't it? Were they Acme sausages?
Posted 12 January 2011 - 05:36 PM
or so the guy next door tells me.
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