I'll do a little mud-slinging of my own, I've got appalling neighbours too. Some of the dudes across the street hold parties nearly all the frogging time! True, it's nice that they can find so much stuff to celebrate, but they go on until 2am playing thumping dance music!
I like hard, pumping music, but not when I'm trying to get some kip! Often lots of ppl end up with their heads out of their windows yelling "SHUT UP!" at them.
Next-door-but-two from my house has lots of little kids, and they make so much NOISE! Oh the relentless NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!!! They play out in their garden, and make a huge racket! I wouldn't mind if it was the happy sound of innocent, carefree, childish laughter, but it's not. They SCREECH and they SHOUT! Not nice.
Almost opposite my place is an absolute wreck of a house. It's battered and partially burnt, and inhabited by the world's most dysfunctional family. One of the sons is a young adult, and he keeps attacking his mother. Once he got into a fight with
my mother, but he underestimated her, and she gave him her best roundhouse punch in the gob! He threatened her with the police, but it was actually he who was in the wrong, because he attacked my mother first. Serves the b*stard right!
The dysfunctional family's house has nearly the same house number as us (we're at 13, they're at 14), and they have the same surname as us, so the police sometimes get the two families mixed up, and we have occasionally been accused of crimes that the DF (dysfunctional family) have commited. It's normally the mother of the DF who commits them. Her English is very poor, and she steals things from the chemist. Once she asked my mother for some money, and while my mother's back was turned, getting the money, she stole one of my mother's silk scarves! B*tch!
She sometimes deserves to get beaten up by her son!
[ August 01, 2001: Message edited by: One, Two, Middlesboogie ]
BIG WAR WITH OUR NEIGHBOURS!
(she's crazy as me 
)!
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, two days later the mother came to us and said to my mother that she'll beat me when she will see me at the next time. She never did this! Then i've heard that they moved to the next town. I saw her 1 year later again...she was a more anti social and her lover was a doll-money-receiver! bwaahahahahahaha!!!! 
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