NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Council Estate.That's where i live.
In a council estate.
And my neighbours are Real wankers.
Loud music at all hours, the volume isn't the problem its the choice of music, Tina Turner and Bon Jovi.
Their Children are just as bad.
I was told to fuck off by a 4 year old in her garden.
Because the child was taking a shit. on the lawn.
There is also a sofa on the lawn of their house.
(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 19:26, 1 reply)
I grew up in an area like thisOften, all you need to do is *talk* to people. Often they're nowhere near as close to your image of them as you think. Some are obviously, but hey. Avoid talking about politics or child molesters, but the rest is fair game.
I was quite fed up of being labelled a chav (well, townie for us) because of where I lived as a teenager. I ended up by chance/desperation getting a job in a rather chavvy shop and meeting some of the most wonderful mad staff, who probably would have been ignored by myself if I'd just met them somewhere else.
(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 20:23, closed)
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