I've mentioned before that, from my bathroom, I can sometimes hear my neighbours arguing
I'm sure I just heard her sob "I'm not fat" across the paper-thin walls between our abodes.

I resisted, but would anyone else have given into the temptation to shout back across the wall, "Yes, you are"?
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:37, 20 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

it depends on whether she is or not

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:41, Reply)

Oh, I was going to say that
I feel dirty.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:43, Reply)

Unfortunately I don't know
I've only met the feller.
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:48, Reply)

does he look like he'd have a fat mrs?

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:49, Reply)

Is he fat?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:49, Reply)

I wouldn't have commented
But I would have unleashed a huge brompton to let them know I could hear them.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:51, Reply)

Brompton may be the perfect
euphemism for fart. Best I've heard, anyway.
(Spleep Shit, or get off the internet., Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:18, Reply)

It is not mine I'm afraid.
It comes from Not The Nine O'clock News about 1981 or 2. It is a family favourite though, being onomatopoeic if you roll the r.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:33, Reply)

Ah, that's why it rang a bell.
Oh shit, I was nine when that aired.
(Spleep Shit, or get off the internet., Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:48, Reply)

I was 0 or 1
up yours you old bastard
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)

I was a feotus

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)

you still are
but these days you are spelt correctly
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)

It was in one of their books Not 1981 or 1982.

( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)

I was 11.
*cries*
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 25 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)

Now that would be joining in the conversation, and might lead to unpleasantnesses.
But if you were to shout 'You're so fat' at the walls at random moments much hilarity would ensue. Or fisticuffs.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Fri 25 Jun 2010, 9:56, Reply)

"Chill out chubby" would be better.

( Undulating Tentacles of Love getting fun down to acceptable levels, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:22, Reply)

Reach around outside, knock on the window and hand her a sympathy Mars Bar.

( Donkey Gums @mattcomedy, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:26, Reply)

I'd probably have shouted, no she's not and you're lucky to have her if she was a skinny minx
If she was a bit of a porker then I'd have probably have just laughed loudly
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:40, Reply)

My morning visit to the bathroom...
... is frequently accompanied by the sound of the old woman next door hawking up great gobs of phlegm.

And in the evenings, I tend to get blasts of tuneless karaoke from the family on the other side.

I love my terrace, but - christ: the Victorians didn't really go a bundle on sound insulation for their working class, did they?
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 10:52, Reply)

I'm lucky to have the world's quietest students living next to me in the terrace
and the other side is a woman in her late middle age who lives alone.

nice and quiet :-)
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)