Motorbikin', alsatian wieldin' varmints.
We used to live in a terraced street in the 70's and while we had normal neighbours to the left, the neighbours to the right were responsible for things that scared me as a lad.

The bloke, Alan, would repair his motorbike in the living room. The revving of it used to terrify me as I thought the bike would come crashing through the wall. My old man went next door and.. well, he must have been convincing as the bike didn't get repaired indoors again.

The lass, Nora (or Nutty Nora as my folks christened her) had great big alsatian (no, not the reason behind my name) and she couldn't control it. It escaped the house one day and had at me until my mother scared it away. My mother then threatened to rip Nora's head off if it got out again!

Thing is, Alan was actually a nice chap. I think he and Nora separated after we all moved onto the 'new estate' in 1980. The last I saw of him was as a contestant on '15 to 1' in the early 90's.
(Green-Alsatian, Thu 25 Aug 2005, 21:14, Reply)