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I've found him a lady
Alt: What don't you want your neighbours to know?
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:28, 117 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I don't like how they're referring to her as a 'gran'. I know she is one, but it implies she's maybe a bit doddery and deranged. The mad bint is only 42.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:35, Reply)
But it took her 15 years to try sex with a human.
She'd originally wanted a litter of Dobermans.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:39, Reply)
"I am satisfied you now realise this sort of behaviour is wholly and totally unacceptable."
Yeah, it was just a matter of explaining to her that fucking your dog is bad, the poor woman had no idea.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:37, Reply)
One of my workmates lives not too far. I can't wait to find out if she knows the Dogfucking Grandmother.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:38, Reply)
I can hear the young lady having sex, and it is a bit off putting when I'm trying to have a wank on my own thank you very much.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:37, Reply)
I hear some bloke making the strangest noises next door, but to deny him those noises might make his life sad and empty.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:40, Reply)
He was really rather good.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:54, Reply)
It was brilliant. I'm not talking about the 'One time at bandcamp' meaning of flute-boxing either, though that's also entertaining to watch.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:03, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:18, Reply)
I was linked to him after he appeared during an Asian Dub Foundation gig one of my friends was at.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:23, Reply)
so you'll just have to guess: or ignore this pointless reply, as you see fit.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:40, Reply)
"You can't smell a hug. You can't hear a cuddle. But if you could, I reckon it would smell and sound of warm bread-and-butter pudding".
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:41, Reply)
Also, what the fuck does bread-and-butter pudding sound like?
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:44, Reply)
that one also reminds me of www.youtube.com/watch?v=lccMNQxCmOc
'he brought a certain quality to all his roles... a quality of needing the money'
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:52, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:54, Reply)
But I'm lovely and sweet and innocent. To keep them busy though I gave them Monty's address
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:52, Reply)
When I used to go out on the razzle, I'd often find it a better option to go and stay at my parents' house than risk being seen looking like a drunken lush.
The landlady was shocked enough when she heard me say 'chippy' and 'offy' for the first time.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:59, Reply)
i still worry that they know a lot more about my sexlife than they should, as they are selfishly not all deaf.
my flatmate's curtains aren't great and she has flashed the old man opposite on about 3 occasions since moving in. she is obscenely fit, and he has moved an armchair into that window, i am sure this is coincidental. also we both have an unfortunate tendency to flash the neighbours at the back by opening the fridge naked in the middle of the night. stupid interior light.
i really don't want them to know that when i first moved in and didn't have enough airing racks or clothes horses, i would just throw out my bedding and buy a new set every fortnight.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:53, Reply)
suffice it to say, she is annoyingly hot. even my personal trainer said, "christ there isn't much i could do for her, is there?"
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:57, Reply)
Frustratingly hot, now that's another matter
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:01, Reply)
I'll never understand why hot girls give themselves a hard time whilst various men slip over in pools of their own drool as they pass
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:10, Reply)
It's actual frustration rather than pandering. If Swipey chooses to see a compliment buried somewhere deep in my post, then good for her.
Hang on, I need a poo
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:15, Reply)
Not intelligence, profession, gender, geographical location or history, sexual proclivity (I really don't like cock), attractiveness or willingness to attend a gym, but the insults thing. Fo sho.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:24, Reply)
(speaking from no experience whatsoever, as a serial monogamist whose two relationships have both been with hyper-intelligent women)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:09, Reply)
And that she was suffering from annoying hot-flushes.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:02, Reply)
Surely one of the pleasures in life is getting into a nice, freshly made bed with clean bedding on a Sunday night?
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:56, Reply)
even though i was buying cheap shit from argos, even i drew the line at BUYING a duvet set a week!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:56, Reply)
Buy a new duvet set every couple of weeks because you didn't have enough airing racks.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:59, Reply)
but it was so cheap, like a tenner a pop, it was almost as much money to run the washing machine!
anyway now i have airing racks and designer bedding, so everyone's happy.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:01, Reply)
anyway that was a long time ago. i don't do that anymore. it's just the only shameful thing i could think of, that i wouldn't have wanted my neighbours to know what was in my rubbish sacks.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:12, Reply)
if you go to a launderette. The big machines you can fit your bedding in are about £5 a pop, and then you have to keep feeding the dryer 50ps...
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:02, Reply)
dry-cleaning is one of the brilliant perks of my lovely law firm.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Well it's Georgian-looking but really Victorian. Same difference.
trust me, they can hear you.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:10, Reply)
walls are one thing, then there's fireplaces. doom.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Irritable camel man comes up through the fireplace in one bedroom, and yelpy woman comes up through the fireplace in the other bedroom.
These people aren't even in my building. It's the building next door.
I heard Next Door cough gently once, and then realised that as their living room is below my bedroom (their flat is one foor and mine flat is two floors and a bizarre L-shape, so Next Door are also Downstairs) I should move into the spare bedroom. My living room is below that. so no worries there.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:18, Reply)
"It's just apartment house rules, so all you 'partment house fools remember: One man's ceiling is another man's floor."
They will have to put up with it. Or go and live in a barn in the middle of a field. I put up with irritable camel, and he puts up with me.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:23, Reply)
the crashing bass piano made us laugh every time.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:30, Reply)
"tinkly tinkly tinkly thinly tinkly twiddle-dee twidddle-dee deee, dum, dum..."
"BOM BA BADDLE DA DAAAAR DAAAAAR!"
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:35, Reply)
That after 7 years of living next door to them, we still don't know their names. It's way past the point at which it's OK to ask.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:54, Reply)
But we got a misdelivered letter the other day, and all it told us was that his first name begins with J
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:07, Reply)
the flat underneath me, which is still in its original grand format of 5 beds plus servant suite rather than being chopped in pikey halves like mine, is owned by an italian count and countess. i am always sooooo tempted to open it!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:16, Reply)
fur coat, no knickers, me.
they might be posh, but i barely know them. i've been invited in for drinks once and that's it. i was very excited by the prospect of their son and heir, but he's only 17...
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:21, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:23, Reply)
THIS close to putting "typical woman", but I absolutely wouldn't mean it and I want you to not hate me. Any more than five minutes ago.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:32, Reply)
i'm too preoccupied with what to eat to hate anybody, given that i am going for a delicious jalapeno risotto OR falafel burger with skin-on fries this evening...
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:40, Reply)
Why that sounds magnificent. Not something I could ever cook for Ms Foxtrot but she's out this evening. I might go looking for a recipe. Thank you for the inspiration
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:43, Reply)
for turning up in an actual fur coat and no knickers and rocking his world to such a degree that he's smitten.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:24, Reply)
the age difference can't be much greater than some of the couples on here. And you'd hope someone that privileged would be quite mature...either way I personally prefer older men as well, so *shrugs*
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:33, Reply)
Your flat was originally 5 bedrooms and a servant suite and the rooms have been chopped in half? How many rooms do two hot girls need?
Please tell me one is the "pillow-fight" room
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:22, Reply)
we have 2 double bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen with dining area, hallway and bathroom. it's not that flash but the rooms are nice and big, those victorians knew what they were doing!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:28, Reply)
The sister-in-law needs a costume fora fancy dress party, themed as "Victorian Literature". It's a gay man's party, surprisingly. She was most distraught when I pointed out that Queen Victoria died in 1901, 3 years before J.M. Barrie got around to writing Peter Pan.
Any suggestions? Other than Alice in Wonderland?
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:31, Reply)
get an old wedding dress from ebay and cut it up/mess it up.
miss haversham!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:35, Reply)
apparently it's important to stay in character, and she doesn't want to sit in a chair being haughty all evening. Fucks sake. I then suggested she go as Estella because building up boys' hopes only to crush them shouldn't be too much of a stretch. I was VERY popular.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:37, Reply)
she can spend the evening at the bar saying "please sir, can i have some more?"
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:39, Reply)
or possibly HG Wells but that's pushing it a touch.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:35, Reply)
She could dot he period dress relatively easily and paint a couple of teethmarks on her neck. Cheers honey
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:39, Reply)
Treasure Island was that era I believe.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:39, Reply)
Not many female characters in Treasure Island though
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:40, Reply)
As one of Ms Foxtrot's brood she's a Giant Woman and likes to dress as girly as possible so as not to intimidate men, apparently. She does the intimidating once they've plucked up the courage to speak to her
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:48, Reply)
I know my place.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:25, Reply)
quirky ceilings and windows etc. i always liked the attic flats best when i was a letting agent.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:28, Reply)
It's huge with amazing views and like you say, lots of quirks and features. And it's been home for almost ten years. It's getting a bit 'tired' though. And I want a poyr shoyr.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:33, Reply)
I live next door to two good friends. The lady of the couple works nights too, so in the afternoons, one of us nips round to the other's in our PJs for a smoke and a cuppa.
All the other neighbours think we're mad and/or prostitutes, of course.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:02, Reply)
I'm not getting laid so it's not like they can hear that, and everyone else in the house smokes more weed than I do, so my extremely infrequent sessions go unremarked. They probably think I have a shopping obsession though, the amount of ebay/amazon parcels that I get...
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:23, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:25, Reply)
They have lots of different flavours.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:26, Reply)
I DIDN'T make noise on an occasion when I was out all night until 5.30am and still got the blame.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:26, Reply)
within the bounds of responsibility. Certainly I could never be as bad as chavgirl who lived in the flat underneath, who used to get all her mates round and hotbox in a studio flat and set the fire alarms off at 4am, then ring the fire brigade because 'their flat was on fire'. Cretins. Moved out now, thank fuck.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:29, Reply)
But their bedroom is kind of its own separate 'wing' off the side of the house. Therefore the only time I've heard the drums is when I've been round for a party.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:34, Reply)
but because I don't share a wall with them, I don't hear them unless I'm walking past outside. Shame - they're rather good, and that kind of neighbour-noise I don't think I'd mind!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:37, Reply)
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