Scary neighbours?
I've had more than my fair share. When I was naught but a small child, our next door neighbours were some of the worst imagineable. Loud music, locking their kids out, and from what I am told they intimidated me as well. One particular memory stands out when I got back from school to find a load of dog poo on the front garden. That was nice of them... not. Well, long story short, they were eventually put in prison for something else (both husband and wife) and we moved to another area. Not a nice ending really, as the new estate wasn't the best either. Waterthorpe? You can keep it.

In Mum's current house, she's also been defrauded to the tune of about 700 quid by the man who lives across the road- she paid him to sort out her fence and the dog's kennels, and he basically did bugger all. Mind you, his name is now mud in the local community.

As for myself, I had my fair share in university. The guy next to me in halls in my first year loved to make my life a misery- music till three in the morning, banging on my door to wake me up (I wasn't the typical student at this point), and in two memorable occasions he left the firehose running next to my door, and also upended an entire rubbish bin in front of my door. I woke up to the cleaners clearing it up and asking me if I wished to do anything about it. Mind you, his actions caught up with him. Firstly, I got my revenge with some good old public humiliation (with kareoke, and him trying his best to sing "My Uncle John from Jamaica"), the good old hand in bucket of luke-warm water, and so on. Needless to say not many people liked him, and he was kicked out right at the end of the first semester. For stealing my mobile phone and calling my family at unholy hours of the morning. Last I heard, he was collecting trolleys in Tescos for a living. Karma is a wonderful thing.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 25 Aug 2005, 14:11, Reply)