
My immediate neighbours are lovely. But the next house down from that? Crimminy biscuits - he's a 70 year old taxi driver who loves to tell me at length about the people he's put in hospital and how Soho is "run by Maltese ponces." How scary are your neighbours?
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 13:20)
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When I still lived with my parents, the lady next door's husband died suddenly and unexpectedly on a Sunday morning. We could hear her all through the Sunday night sobbing uncontrollably. She even threw in the occasional howl of despair. None of my family got a wink of sleep that night because of her blubbing. It was a fucking nightmare.
( , Fri 26 Aug 2005, 10:38, Reply)
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