
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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we bought with us our cat, Scratch (it's all she ever did - call a spade a spade, huh?)
Scratch was a farm cat, and confronted by an array of wussy suburban cats, she promptly started to beat the living shit out of them all and nick their terriroty.
One morning the nice old lady from next door appeared with what looked like a bloody rag in her arms, which turned out to be her cat, which our cat had mutilated. She then promptly demanded that we pay the vet's bill to put her cat back together. I was a little high when she came over, and remember suggesting that she pay her own goddam vets bill, or invest in a harder cat.
After that she used to make the sign of the devil at me and spray the hose over the fence any time my cat or I were in the back garden.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 10:59, Reply)
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