Neighbours: just like assorted chocolates, that are well past their use-by date
One neighbour kept an immaculate house, including a light on a pole - yes, they had their own floodlight for their pretty house. I drove an appalling, 20 year old car. We lived on a narrow street where two cars could not be parked on opposite sides of the road - otherwise no cars could get through.

So, if someone parked across from my house, I had to park my scrap heap outside his house. On about the third occasion he actually confronted me, as I was getting out the car, demanding if I had to park in front of his house. I was later told that he went to the council to try to prevent me from parking in front of his house.

I've had a noisy neighbour. Nothing works, except moving. On one occasion I blasted them with music at 9 am after they had just gone to bed. Then, after I had to go to work, I programmed my stereo to blast them again for another fifteen minutes, two hours later. Later that night I actually heard them shouting at each other about 'doing something', and one was shouting 'we are cool man, we are cool!' At that point, I went out for a quiet walk.

The only thing I have learned from neighbours is that I must never buy a house.
(stuntsmile, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 8:27, Reply)