Noisy Neighbours

i don't care about noise so much because there is so much of it you have to learn to live with it. But this morning I got up and the arseholes next door had thrown loads of bottle tops, cigarette butts over the wall. They'd launched a plant pot at my bird table, breaking a corner off it whilst probably coked out of their heads at 2am. I went into shouty red mist mode and banged on the door this morning and dumped all the rubbish onto their doorstep when they didn't answer. Then totally lost the moral high ground by threatening to beat the shit out of the little twat that finally came out of the house. I know this type of behaviour isn't big and clever and often has very unsatisfactory outcomes. But it is a part of council estate life that usually ruins my mood for the day and is sadly necessary at times. But I hate turning into fucking Travis Bicke over stupid little thoughtless thugs. what a shit life it can be at times, and I'm not a strong enough person to rise above it all:(

conversely: no you are a hero

it didn't feel like that tbh. I got that horrible feeling when you know you aren't being good and could do much better and you feel like you are adding to shittiness of your own world. But on the other hand fuck these arseholes!

Some cunt threatened me from a flat window the other week and I just calmly took my glasses off as they came running down for me, and then they totally shit out and backed off when they got near me. I think I'm a developing a misguided sense of badassness from that, that will probably be the end of me tbh :p

no look i spend most of my time in these interactions furiously imagining what im definitely gonna do to the cunts next time definitely and too much of that gets into your gut too.

think its riskier but maybe better to step up every now and again unless you do actually get killed which obv isnt an ideal outcome

next door has got themselves a drum kit. by god i hope they get bored soon.

thread title is a good name for a garage pop band

Upstairs' noisy toilet seems to be in that state where it's emptying faster than it fills. Horn noise has been going for 15 minutes now. Put a fucking sock in it.

And now things are resonating along with it.

My neighbour's dogs are destroying me at the moment. He has 3 shih tzus, the little yappy shitwits. Because of work restrictions, I'm up later in the mornings and generally home a bit earlier at the moment. He works 12 hours a day, 5 days a week, and they start when he leaves the house (6.30am) and pretty much bark until he returns (6pm). He's very hard to engage with, and, because they are silent when he's around, he doesn't - or can't/won't - compute what they're like when he's out of the house. In the summer, he often left them in the garden and they would bark all day. Someone must have complained because they're entirely confined to the house now. Other neighbours have been in and they shit inside. He leaves giant nappies around the house - I've seen him disposing of them when he gets in. It used to be his mum's house; when we first moved in here they had an entirely unhinged alsatian that we could hear literally climbing the walls.

I've considered being a good neighbour and asking if I could/should walk them but I've been friendly to one in the past and got nipped for my troubles, so no thanks. The RSPCA aren't interested and I've spoken to the council but seriously, the complaint system involves us keeping a six-week diary of the disturbance and the whole process makes me feel like a cunt. I don't really know what to do.

I've not even mentioned that my wife works shifts (12 hour night shifts, at a busy maternity unit) and the little pricks often wake her during the day. I know it's not the dogs' fault but I'm currently considering a nice piece of steak au warfarin.

my neighbour has a dog that he keeps in a cage (I know because the box marked "acme portable dog-cage" blew into my garden from his yard when it was windy). It has a daily anguished howling and crying routine, where the noise doesn't bother me because I just blast out loud music. But it does sadden me that this piece of shit neighbour called the police on us when my son was having an autistic meltdown and it's so miserable to hear such an unhappy dog. He once had the gall to shout threats at my missus who is five foot tall and spare change and has MS. My paper tiger counter-threat to break his legs with my lump hammer seems to have done the trick because I've not heard anything since, but still the poor suffering dog howls in the medieval torture cage every day.

first warm bank holiday of the year and the neighbors are sat out on their roof balcony thing, which is about 10 ft from where I'm trying to sleep.

upstairs neighbor, who would be even closer, has rearranged her entire flat and now sleeps out the front because of this.

because I live on a steep inline my upstairs bedroom window is almost level with my neighbours side garden. I mostly get on with her fine but she has some dodgy family and friends. When they have summer parties it invariably turns into a brawl with various braying drunken loudmouths shouting loud death threats at each other until 4am and it sounds like they are right next to our bed. And then when I get up next morning I go into a rage myself and sweep up all the broken glass and cigarette butts that have been thrown over the wall and unceremoniously dump them on her front path from the dust pan and then she apologises to me and then I'm struck with the feeling that we are all bad and should all feel bad!

I know her surname is Wraith from accidental mail, but some of her family really do own that name. I can't understand why some people would keep letting someone back into their house for parties who almost unfailingingly get's pukingly drunk and beats up another guest almost every time they return.

maybe one of the wraiths married
a badpenny

lol a+!

any thoughts on soundproofing an apartment? Recommendations on means, pricing, vendors?

OK so a guy next door has decided to wheel out some kind of sound system into their back garden and start blasting out his shitty music at about a million decibels, a whole crew of feckless tattooed twats seem to have moved in next door in the last few days. Got a mind to start blasting this Pierre Henry boxset I'm trying to listen to back at him in response, that'd serve the cunt right.

... LOL, he's gone back inside, it looks like he'd gone out to the back garden to smoke a fag and that to live without his music would be impossible to bear.

What we are plagued with in my road are foxes and, in case you haven't experienced it first hand, foxes make the most horrendous and LOUD screaming and shrieking noises at all hours of the night - honestly it's like someone's torturing a child right outside your window. I often find myself lying there wishing I had one of those old fashioned hobnail boots I could hurl at them and then you hear some angry dishevelled person hanging out their window shouting, "Get out of it!"

I've got used to the foxes round my way but they do love to wait until five minutes after I've gone to bed to commemorate that with a cacophonic serenade. Our neighbours below are great and much like us although they've had the TV on a bit louder in recent years to the point we can often hear theirs while watching ours - not so bad that I would complain, just thinking maybe they got a better system to compensate for ageing ears (will be in the same boat soon enough).

Deafness is usually the reason for loud TVs. God knows how my Mum's neighbours put up with her having her TV on all day at excruciatingly earsplitting volumes.

I had the vulpine ones screaming and hollering and chittering and roaring outside my window at around 3 a.m. recently. I took a peek through the blinds, expecting to see the fur flying and endless seas of fox blood, and what did I see? A group of them lounging around on the grass without a care in the world, occasionally lifting their heads to spew forth yet another volley of infant-disembowelling cacophony. You have to give them respect for that I guess.

Your neighbour sounds like a right wanker, I'd hit him with Pierre, Iannis X and some Throbbing Gristle for good measure, all playing at once, until you've trained him in Pavlovian fashion not to try it again.