I've had a couple of.... odd ones.
My current upstairs neighbour (I'm the down of a two up - two down maisonette) is a very odd one indeed. He looks like a cross between Willie Nelson and Mick Jagger, only much uglier. And smellier. And fatter. He's a pretty nice bloke, but he has taken up all his carpets and put down hardwood floors - these do not stop sound at all. Normally I'm not too bothered by the footsteps and other day to day noises, but when he brings back his bit of stuff (a...creature...that is at least 60 and would make Hilda Ogden look like a good lay) I have to listen to it - creaky bed and high pitch croaky squeals of delight included. Not a pleasent experience.

Then there was my last house. My neighbours when I moved in were students who were noisy and got complained about a lot. The fuzz couldn't touch them (stupid tenancy laws), so the landlord did. Many times. With a metal baseball bat. He hospitalised all three of them, single-handedly, at the same time. Then he moved in after they vacated. I made sure I never pissed him off. His fit missus sunbathing all the time more than made up for the fear of living next to a psycho though :)
( Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Thu 25 Aug 2005, 19:11, Reply)