I have new neighbours and they SUCK.
Weekend before last, around elevenish; I was trying to go to sleep, when I hear a very drunk woman in the hallway banging on their flat door and demanding to be let in, and someone inside yelling NO. This went on for two hours with her variously screeching in the hallway, outside in front of the flats ringing everyone's doorbell and screeching, and throwing things at their window and him inside turning his dance music up REALLY LOUD to drown her out.
There seem to be about eighteen people in that damn flat half the time, and none of them understand the concept of indoor voices at all. Last weekend I think they were actually having a party, but it was hard to tell because their normal noise level's about the same as your average windows-open, thumpy music you can hear halfway down the fucking street party anyway.
Few days ago, I'm taking dogs out and Squish starts eating something random outside on the front lawn. And I realise that the entire grassy bit out front is strewn with rubbish and crap that, by its pattern on the ground, has all been lobbed out of one upstairs window. Luckily, there was another neighbour outside in front of the building, and I was able to have a loud swearfilled rant about the scattered rubbish right underneath New Arsehole Neighbours' open window. Passive aggression FTW.
Tonight, it is 1am and someone is visiting them with a very excitable barky dog. Okay, MY dog is pretty fucking barky and excitable himself, but he LIVES HERE and when some fucking random strange dog starts barking in his hallway in the middle of the fucking night I DO NOT FUCKING WELL BLAME HIM.
So I shut the living room door to keep the dogs in here with me and keep the fucking peace. It feels claustrophobic and irritating and it makes Spike twitchy and nervous. I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard the loud voices and car door slammage outside, but although SOMEONE (and I think the dog) has driven the fuck away, when I opened the living room door there was a loud shouty argument happening out in the hallway that wound Spike up almost as much as the fucking dog did. So we're all shut in again.
URGE TO KILL. RISING.
Weekend before last, around elevenish; I was trying to go to sleep, when I hear a very drunk woman in the hallway banging on their flat door and demanding to be let in, and someone inside yelling NO. This went on for two hours with her variously screeching in the hallway, outside in front of the flats ringing everyone's doorbell and screeching, and throwing things at their window and him inside turning his dance music up REALLY LOUD to drown her out.
There seem to be about eighteen people in that damn flat half the time, and none of them understand the concept of indoor voices at all. Last weekend I think they were actually having a party, but it was hard to tell because their normal noise level's about the same as your average windows-open, thumpy music you can hear halfway down the fucking street party anyway.
Few days ago, I'm taking dogs out and Squish starts eating something random outside on the front lawn. And I realise that the entire grassy bit out front is strewn with rubbish and crap that, by its pattern on the ground, has all been lobbed out of one upstairs window. Luckily, there was another neighbour outside in front of the building, and I was able to have a loud swearfilled rant about the scattered rubbish right underneath New Arsehole Neighbours' open window. Passive aggression FTW.
Tonight, it is 1am and someone is visiting them with a very excitable barky dog. Okay, MY dog is pretty fucking barky and excitable himself, but he LIVES HERE and when some fucking random strange dog starts barking in his hallway in the middle of the fucking night I DO NOT FUCKING WELL BLAME HIM.
So I shut the living room door to keep the dogs in here with me and keep the fucking peace. It feels claustrophobic and irritating and it makes Spike twitchy and nervous. I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard the loud voices and car door slammage outside, but although SOMEONE (and I think the dog) has driven the fuck away, when I opened the living room door there was a loud shouty argument happening out in the hallway that wound Spike up almost as much as the fucking dog did. So we're all shut in again.
URGE TO KILL. RISING.
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I've been very lucky here up till now. Everyone else in this block is... well, shiny head is batshit and a bit annoying but basically harmless, sloppy old drunk's annoyed me a couple of times but at least he passes out early and stays largely out of my face. The whole time I've been here everyone's been civilised and okay, except for these fucking wankers.
Everyone else in the block hates them too. I'm hoping if I complain enough they'll get kicked out or moved elsewhere. Which I shall start doing on Monday as soon as there's someone other than an answering machine at the housing office.
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Definitely complain. That just sounds ridiculous.
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i've made many phone calls myself, aaaand occasionally been present at parties where others called the cops on us for being too loud. the results have been anything from a warning to quiet down immediately, breaking up the party and sending everyone home, or arresting out of control people and leaving the rest of us to continue on so long as we're quieter.
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Hopefully everyone in your block will complain enough for them to be kicked out.
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The landlord of course needs to be notified, the more people making it clear that they don't appreciate what's going on, the sooner something happens. Hopefully they'll simply calm down.
Last night someone in this complex had a very loud party, the same kind your neighbours seem to have (the thumping of the base was heard 50 yards through the walls and floors to us), and in the wee hours of morning the hooligan choir decided it was time for a concert. As the party broke up a bunch of guys decided that chanting/howling something inarticulate was a very good way of continuing to keep spirits up. For 40 minutes. Then you could hear them (still howling) walk in to the town centre. I swear, they were heard over half the town. I still heard them 500 yards off down by the train station one hour later.
Parties is one thing, that display of poor behaviour is another. I was contemplating calling Old Bill but since they were about to leave I didn't. Had I known their pace was slow enough for a snail to overtake them, I definitely would have called. They woke up the whole town area, not just our complex. If it happens again I will call both the police and the landlord because that's just completely unacceptable.
I hope they lost their voices. That would serve them right.