Lorrie driver, anybody?His name was Chris, he moved in on August 2002, seemed to be a nice guy, until we (four of us at that time) found out he was alcoholic, and became violent and aggressive whilst under the influence of alcohol. The first incident I remember was when he started to shout racist insults to other residents in the street, standing right in front of our house. When he got in, holding a pint of beer in his hand, I asked him what he was up to, and he basically told me it wasn't of my business, not in a very kind way indeed.
We have fire-proof doors for each room here, so if you don't hold them while they're closing, they tend to slam. Our friend Chris wouldn't care, until one housemate asked him not to slam his room door as it was making the house shake a bit. So a few days later, well after midnight, he proceeded into slamming his door about 20 times in a row, as loud as he could. Loudness he liked, and he also liked rock'n'roll, which he would play on his stereo, during the night, full blast. One night, he woke us up at 3am with his music, playing until 4am, managed to wake up the neighbour in the process, who knocked on the door and said he'd call the police if it didn't stop. The neighbour didn't expect us to agree with him. The problem is the police aren't in charge of noise pollution, Health and Safety are. And to get them round your house at 3am isn't very easy.
We had to cope with him shouting at 6am 'Get up you lazy bastards', leaving the gas on at one occasion, using the house ironing board as a table in his room, pucking in the kitchen floor and not cleaning it, and other little annoyances.
We eventually put enough pressure on the landlord to have him evicted (although he was still paying his rent) who managed to have him running off, pack his belongings in bin liners, leaving plates and cutelry behind, even his TV was still on when he rushed out of the house, shouting 'see you later, tossers'.
I think I suffered post traumatic stress syndrome for a couple of months after that. The faintest noise would wake me up.
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We have fire-proof doors for each room here, so if you don't hold them while they're closing, they tend to slam. Our friend Chris wouldn't care, until one housemate asked him not to slam his room door as it was making the house shake a bit. So a few days later, well after midnight, he proceeded into slamming his door about 20 times in a row, as loud as he could. Loudness he liked, and he also liked rock'n'roll, which he would play on his stereo, during the night, full blast. One night, he woke us up at 3am with his music, playing until 4am, managed to wake up the neighbour in the process, who knocked on the door and said he'd call the police if it didn't stop. The neighbour didn't expect us to agree with him. The problem is the police aren't in charge of noise pollution, Health and Safety are. And to get them round your house at 3am isn't very easy.
We had to cope with him shouting at 6am 'Get up you lazy bastards', leaving the gas on at one occasion, using the house ironing board as a table in his room, pucking in the kitchen floor and not cleaning it, and other little annoyances.
We eventually put enough pressure on the landlord to have him evicted (although he was still paying his rent) who managed to have him running off, pack his belongings in bin liners, leaving plates and cutelry behind, even his TV was still on when he rushed out of the house, shouting 'see you later, tossers'.
I think I suffered post traumatic stress syndrome for a couple of months after that. The faintest noise would wake me up.