I was a lucky girl
I lived in a tenement flat in the 70s. It was above a pub and was full of interesting characters. The best neighbours were the hippies that lived downstairs in their dodgy commune and also the hare krishnas that lived in the flat upstairs with the strange posters of many armed elephants and the like. Little Evil Bunny was entranced by these larger than life people.

Anyhoo the hippies parties were legendary and lasted for endless weeks and many is the night I drifted off to Led Zep or Hendrix. However dad wasn't chuffed as he had work in the morning yadda yadda. He was fed up going downstairs and knocking on the door so came to an arrangement and when the noise level got so loud he would bang on the floor with a hammer that he kept under the bed and they would know and turn the volume down. This plan worked well generally and peace and harmony was restored. Till one party night. Time and again he hammered to no avail. Eventually he got up in his PJ's, grabbed his dressing gown and headed downstairs to tell em off. He was gone for ages...and ages... and ages...

Eventually, he comes back upstairs full of glowing praise for the hairy ones downstairs 'they were lovely, offered me a drink so I thought ok then one of the girls gave me a wee cookie...it was delicious...Jessie (mums name) you really have to get the recipe, they were smashing...lovely lovely people...

Yes indeed they had fed my dad a hash cake and plied him with alcohol to help him sleep and stop the banging on the floor. He was never the wiser bless him

relurks
(Evil Bunny, Wed 7 Oct 2009, 23:07, 2 replies)

Hehe lovely
Of course drugging your neighbour is horribly wrong, morally speaking, but your dad didn't seem to mind so have a click.
( Scrumper, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 11:48, closed)

This is win
*click*
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Thu 8 Oct 2009, 12:44, closed)