Neighbour trouble

the nice thing is that when the cops came to clean up the worst of the debacles, we ended up meeting some of our other neighbors who were likewise irritated by the undergrads' bullshit.

haha because they've all moved the shoreditch and married all the women and stole all the jobs?

oh noes my weekend is ruined!!

(also they can't possibly be hippies if they don't like weed)

But it does feel like a lot of people are missing basic manners. I try to keep relatively quiet, because I know the soundproofing is crap in our building. I don't let my doors slam or run through the halls screeching or writing "drugs R here!!" on the wall when I'm drunk. I don't throw the junk mail I don't want onto the floor. (Someone did this in our building - my boyfriend was so pissed off he cleaned it up himself and it was a whole bin bag full from one flat - wanker...)

We pay a fair whack for living in the centre but sometimes it feels like we're stuck with a bunch of students.

People here can be uptight about things like fences and boundaries too. My mum was visiting and stepped into someone's drive to take a photo so she could get a better shot. The woman came out and bit her head off for daring to venture onto her property.

And, as I said, I was not smoking weed.

Yeah yeah, the difference being that they know! blummin exhibitionists.

These was a reasonable thread at one point:

It lacks a certain decorum.

if you don't like cops knocking on doors, don't live in the same place as 3 drug dealers?

And what a fantastic moment THAT will be...

Actually, they're mine ;)

From the outside, it didn't look like there were any neighbours at all. But then they were very stupid indeed to leave all the windows wide fucking open.

I misread this as wanking. Immediate reaction: stop moaning, you bastardo, he's pleasuring you! ;-)

This is magic.

I lived above some depraved people in Paris once who woke my ex-wife and I one night by contriving somehow to shatter their toilet. Usually they awakened us by blasting Frank Zappa and attempting to argue violently over the music. During the day, I smoked hash with them. They were bordering on being completely socially retarded but they were quaint somehow.

Until recently, the neighbor in the building abutting (and a mirror image of ours) us would stay up all night (on speed, we suspected) chattering, crying, screaming or laughing while watching TV, sometimes all of the above. She moved before we had the temerity to call a swat team.

Our new downstairs neighbor, in our 4 person TIC (essentially a co-op) is a nice, warm seeming lady. After her first night, she called to apologize for her girlfriend's dog who had, supposedly barked in the middle of the night. After less than 4 days in the place she asked my gf to (a) walk more softly (we have over 75% of the floor covered in rugs) and (b) close the door more gently when she leaves at 6:40 am. What irked me was that our previous neighbor, with whom we had conversations about sound, never heard us, and our new neighbor, who moved from the burbs, didn't give herself any time to acclimatize herself to her new environment before bitching out.

Weren't some of the "Britishes" upthread justifying their rightous middle class agnst by complaining that they lived in the "suburbs"? If so I don't know why "terror anxiety" should be any more applicable to them.

And using "terror" as a justification for inane shit is fucked up to begin with.

That aside, I think saying "we have a RIGHT to be as noisy as we want on weekends, screw you guys" is kind of lameass.