We're sandwiched between them here
On one side there's a 45 year old socially inept nutcase who lives with his mother in the bedroom he grew up in. He's only just recently redecorated his room , sadly stripping down the Noddy wallpaper. He's known to shout to himself quite violently, and oftentimes to his dear old mum who is a bit of a dot cotton type - giving chance after chance.
What perplexes me is the fact that he's a black cab driver. Who'd get in a cab driven by a 6ft, grant mitchell but heftier, sociopath is beyond me. He must ferry rent boys around kings cross i guess.

The chap on the other side of our house is just as crackers. Thankfully he's not done this for a few years but there've been nights where I couldn't sleep for his wailing. Non-stop until the early hours. Crying, shouting, guttural noises the lot. Not to mention the time he was standing in his porch, front door open, furiously bashing his bishop with one hand and slapping his arse with t'other at 2 o/c in the morning shouting "yee-haw", i kid thee not. A few choice words from myself ("get back in your house you fucking cunt") followed by a few golf balls in his general direction for good measure sorted him out and he's been much better behaved since. We think he's a care in the community job, he certainly looks dosed up on something when he see him walking his dog (innuendo at your own discretion...)

And that's the story of my two scary neighbours
( applehead herp derp, Sat 27 Aug 2005, 17:18, Reply)