Noisy neighbours
My sister and brother-in-law, before having kids, lived in a nice little Victorian two-up, two-down in a little street in Southampton. The new neighbours across the street were having an almighty housewarming piss-up one night, with their fuck-off stereo on at full blast, when my sister and her husband fancied a quiet night in (I don't want to think about why, thanks).

After several hours, apoplectic, he strides across the road in just his dressing gown (bollock-naked underneath) to shout at neighbours to turn-the-fuck-down-your-stereo-you-cunts (or words to that effect).

Turns out the neighbours were rather nice people. He called my sister over to join him, she in her dressing gown also (I'd like to think with a chastity belt on underneath, but 3-kids later, I think not), to join the party. So they welcomed the new neighbours to the street, in their dressing gowns, in a houseful of people.

I got a phone call at silly-o'clock in the morning to collect my sister and brother-in-law from casualty after they'd drunk themselves into a stupor and she'd had her stomach pumped. I'm so proud.
(Tighthead, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 12:54, 2 replies)

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least you didn't have to take her a dressing gown as per usual hospital visits! Always an up side.
(Nilliay ate the last piece of cake on, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 16:23, closed)

whenever i get a new neighbour
i treat their house-warming as a grace period and don't complain. if it happens again, though...
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 22:09, closed)