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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Having watched this happen to many of the smaller UK tracks (Castle Coombe anyone?) that you probably haven't heard ofbut were a vibrant part of the community and a source of local commerce (as well as creating opportunities to take the assorted muppetry off the public highway), I've worked out their logic. It goes something like this:
1. Buy cheap house in country. It's cheap because of the noise of the nearby racetrack.
2. Complain vociferously about the "noise hazard" and how it's making your live "a living hell." You knew about it before you moved in, but that's not the point, because this is:
3. After a campaign which you have riled up with your neighbours, you eventually get the local planning officer to shut the track down or serve a noise abatment order upon it (which restricts the vehicles that can use it and ultimately shuts it down through commercial means).
4. Your cheap house in the country is now an expensive house in the country because it's all lovely and quiet.
5. Sell house and you're quids in.
Call me a cynic, but this is how I see it.
(, Sun 4 Oct 2009, 19:34, 1 reply)
Sadly, I suspect you're dead right :/(, Sun 4 Oct 2009, 19:36, closed)
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