Noisy Neighbours

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.