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Does the noise from your neighbours annoy you?

My noisy neighbours really annoy me!


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I live next door to 4 vulnerable adults 2 of whom have mild learning difficulties and one of whom has severe learning difficulties, a cognitive age of 6, adhd and sings all day at the top of his voice, mostly to abba! The wall between his bedroom and my bathroom is very thin. He is bored shirtless and there us no support going in. I have met with them and they have agreed to me contacting care direct so that they can get some support. The younger, more vulnerable guy needs to be out doing something. He used to do gardening with a support worker Where he used to live, but him and his ma just upped and left to move in with her boyfriend (my neighbour) and as a result there is no care or support going in. He is in the house 24/7 and clearly very frustrated.
 
funny thing about kids is that they seem to need to shout. I am not complaining but the little buggers shout to their mates when they are standing next to each other.
 
Life in a flat. People stomping up and down the block stairs hard enough to make the concrete shake and slamming shut flat doors with almighty BANGS. Revenge the last week has been me banging my door shut at 05:55am, then of course forgetting something and slamming it shut again a few seconds later before stomping down the stairs to the block door.
 
Where I live, with my parents, their is no likelyhood of serious anti social behaviour. I think the kids go into the woods behind in summer and drink.booze, smoke dope and wear hooded jackets. A couple of times I have heard them playing what must be really loud music, cos I can hear it a mile away, through thick trees etc. If I wasn't too old, I'd invite myself along for a sesh.

When I live closer to central Reading, I find day time and night time noises to be cathartic. Obvi if a particular house were having loud domestics when you were around, that would fuck with your chi. Call the cops under those circumstances.

Loud music? If a polite request not to do it again, at least not without notice to residents on expected days when the event might go ahead, then its all out war on these fuckers. If they do comply, give them the benefit of the doubt.
 
I'm in the attic flat in a Victorian terrace.
Been here nearly two years, and not heard a peep out of either side next door on my level.
I can hear downstairs' radio/walking about/mutterings but don't mind too much (in fact I quite like waking up to radio 3, and sometimes tune in up here at the same time).

Downstairs next door have a very excitable and happy collie, who is ace, even when shouting :)

There's a house seven doors up with *big* speakers who usually give weekends at home their soundtrack, but their music's OK, so not a problem.
 
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I live in a house on the corner with a very small gap between my house and next door (like a metre). When I moved in, there was an elderly couple on the other side of the gap and I never heard them. Now there's a family where both parents smoke so they sit outside their back door smoking, chatting and listening to music until midnight every night. They're not that noisy, it's just that, because of the angle of the houses and the fact that my extension clearly has fuck all soundproofing, they're about 2 metres away from where am and it sounds like they're actually in the room with me which is pretty disconcerting :D

I used to live on an estate in Camberwell where my neighbour got beaten up by her partner and her children wouldn't speak to her because he'd sexually abused them. That was grim :(
 
I've voted for no - generally I like being able to hear the neighbours. We live in a terrace with thin walls, so you can always hear people's tellies and voices, and I hear the girl next door singing to her daughter :)

The only bad thing is next-door-on-the-other-side's dog, who barks like mad every time they let him into the garden, at all hours of the day and night, till I want to shoot him. :mad:

I had a dream last night that you and I think it was 5t3lla were sheo under a different name.

I'm still not sure if it was a dream or if I read it on here just before I fell asleep.

As you were.
 
Every fucking year this cunt has a massive party "over the back" of our house - roads blocked, noise going on until for ever - seems to last longer and longer every time - this year probably ran for nearly a week

Police? they know about it, but do fuck all

Council? ditto

HELICOPTERS coming and going all through the day and night

Fuckin' Metallica and some cunt from Weston playing this year :D
 
Every fucking year this cunt has a massive party "over the back" of our house - roads blocked, noise going on until for ever - seems to last longer and longer every time - this year probably ran for nearly a week

Police? they know about it, but do fuck all

Council? ditto

HELICOPTERS coming and going all through the day and night

Fuckin' Metallica and some cunt from Weston playing this year :D
:D
 
A few years back I had a downstairs neighbour playing ridiculously hard German techno at building-shaking volume at three in the morning.

I banged on her door as hard as I could; it took ages to get her to open up. Said I, "nice tunes, I think I've got that one on vinyl, do you want a flyer for our next party?"

She turned out to be really nice, and mostly not noisy at all.

/reminiscences
 
I hear both sides and sometimes people across the road, when they are out and about, but it's just normal day to day stuff i.e. kids playing in the garden, people running upstairs, chap across the road pottering with his motor buke, dogs barking etc.. and I rather like it :)

Makes me feel part of the street :oops:

The only thing I don't hear very often is loud music....except maybe from us sometimes :oops:
 
I voted Potato because it seemed an interesting option, and none of my current neighbours annoy me. But I'm in a middle storey flat in a Victorian terrace, so have been able to hear noise when I did have bad neighbours.

The people downstairs never give me any trouble. But living there before them was a couple who frequently rowed. He was really cruel to her, and I had to call the cops on him one night when I heard him beating her up. He came upstairs the next morning to give me some shit, demanding to know why I thought he was a dickhead. I told him if he didn't want people thinking he was a dickhead, he should treat his girlfriend like a human being. She got pregnant shortly after, and I don't know if he still hit her, though I heard him shouting some downright vile things at her quite regularly. Stuff like "GET YOUR FAT ARSE IN HERE!" and her crying. Like someone else said upthread about her neighbours though, he usually played loud music to drown out the noise of their rows. I bumped into her one day in the shop and asked her if everything was all right as I'd heard raised voices. She defended him immediately, saying she was just getting emotional from hormones/sickness, and it freaked him out as he was a "big tough guy" who couldn't understand why everyone else couldn't put on a front. I thought, well he can't be that tough if he's so freaked out by his missus being upset/ill that he bullies her instead of giving her a cuddle and making her a cup of tea, but I tried to make light of it by saying "Bloody men! I bet if it was him that had to get pregnant he'd be singing a different tune!" I knew if I made a big thing of it she'd clam up and never tell anyone, but I did tell her if ever she was stressed or needed a girlie chat, she could always come up to my flat for a cup of tea. They moved away shortly after and she left me a note with her phone number on it in case she got any post. Some letters did arrive and I texted her to let her know, but she never got back to me. In the back of my mind, I've never been able to stop wondering how she is, and hoping she somehow found the strength to leave the bastard.

In the top flat about three or four years ago, there was a Muslim couple with their newborn baby, who tried to guilt me into converting to Islam. The wife had converted from Judaism and was trying to convince me that Islam was the only right, moral way to live. They'd invited me up to their flat for a cup of tea but I quickly made my excuses as soon as I realised they had a hidden agenda! Before them, there was a really nice guy called Chris who lived there with his beautiful black cat, Coco. He let me borrow her to sort out a mouse problem I was having at the time. A Polish couple live there now, and I've never had any trouble from them either. They've got a lovely Siamese cat, Husch.

Before that, I lived in a shared house with two theology students and an older woman in her forties who used to write arsey notes instead of talking to you directly. In the kitchen, we all had our own allocated cupboards for our crockery and food, and she used to put her things amongst ours, then accuse us of stealing! Luckily, the landlord knew it was bullshit but this is why I'll take living on my own any day.
 
I've lived in the current place for 12 years and had a few different sets of people upstairs.

The woman who would play and sing along to the same two Whitney Houston songs for three hours every Sunday morning was annoying.

Although not as bad as the couple where he beat the shit out of her while their baby was crying and the little brother of his who then moved in with a massive dog that never left the tiny garden and meant I was scared to go out in my garden, until the police broke down their door and arrested the two blokes and seized the dog.

Then there was the Portuguese family who seemed to look after about 7 children all under 5 who would run around and scream and generally be kids all day, with the noise hitting a crescendo at 10pm (just as we were going to bed) when the other parents would turn up to collect the kids but also stand in the corridor or on the step talking for 30 minutes while the kids were going totally hyper with over tiredness.

We currently have two sisters in there who are lovely an quiet apart from the one who cycles and sometimes in the morning doesn't quite have the coordination when bringing her bike down the stairs and it hits every wall.
 
My next door neighbours are having all sorts of problems at the moment and we've had the police or several times in the last month with domestic disputes and the like. We're regularly woken up by then screaming they're going to kill each other or screaming at their child. We've had to take the child a couple of times when the mum has taken overdoses or drink herself into a stupor and the ambulances have turned up.

That doesn't bother me as much as their dog which is a lovely German Shepherd with appalling separation anxiety who barks continuously for up to 12 hours when left on its own. I've spoken to them about the dog and in the end I've had to report it to noise control. I feel bad for adding to their problems but that fucking dog needs not to be left for that long, and it needs more care and attention than they are capable of giving it.
 
Absolutely massive probably Victorian house. Nothing from the neighbours apart from some multi lingual shouting from the students. Nothing from the other housemates, one likes her music so that can be quite loud but it doesn't last that long, it's good and it's not usually late.
 
I live next to an ADHD teenager who has screaming at their parents sessions at sometimes inconvenient times, the walls are not too bad in that while I can often hear it, I can zone it out but it does often go on for rather a long time.
 
I hear both sides and sometimes people across the road, when they are out and about, but it's just normal day to day stuff i.e. kids playing in the garden, people running upstairs, chap across the road pottering with his motor buke, dogs barking etc.. and I rather like it :)

Makes me feel part of the street :oops:

The only thing I don't hear very often is loud music....except maybe from us sometimes :oops:

Mr Quogg's Katy Perry? :D
 
I'd never dare to say a word about the neighbours and their moderate noise. Me and the boys and the dog are by far the loudest. We shout, play music (eldest son- skrillex or whatever the fuck the rackets called), the dog barks, we shout more, the kids thunder up & down the stairs joyfully trying to kill each other, and occasionally I get drunk and play bad pop music til late.

After particularly bad rows with my ex where lots of swearings involved I've actually considered moving for shame :eek:
 
there just isn't going to be any way of learning to play this quietly is there? :hmm:

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Mine are only here six/eight months of the year. They're so fucking quiet when they are here it's a bit eerie given how the wee terrorist hits the stairs with his heels. I probably make the most noise agound here when I'm brewing beer and listening to reggae with xtra bass :oops::oops:

It's painfully quiet where I live:hmm:
 
Its pretty quiet here, once every week or so the family upstairs has a mad door slamming sesh, theyre doing it now, since 4pm, a door will slam every 20 mins. No voices, just door slamming, maybe theyve left a window open. The pub next door has full blown fisticuffs once or twice a week now, getting better. Other than that perfect.
 
I'd never dare to say a word about the neighbours and their moderate noise. Me and the boys and the dog are by far the loudest. We shout, play music (eldest son- skrillex or whatever the fuck the rackets called), the dog barks, we shout more, the kids thunder up & down the stairs joyfully trying to kill each other, and occasionally I get drunk and play bad pop music til late.

After particularly bad rows with my ex where lots of swearings involved I've actually considered moving for shame :eek:
Ditto. My (only) next door neighbours are lovely even-tempered people with 2 well mannered little girls who don't even eat chocolate bars. I can only imagine what they must think of us. We are shouters, and sometimes I catch myself yelling something like "well, it's no wonder he bit you! Leave his willy alone!" And then I think oops :oops:. And that's just what I'm prepared to admit to here - I can assure you it gets worse that that.

Mind you, we do still babysit for each other, and we are good mates. I can only assume they're desperate for a night out - away from us :D
 
Tbh I think our house is the one my neighbours roll their eyes at :o We're in a row of tiny terraces, but with an alley down one side so effectively detached from the nice girl who lives next door...she seems to work long hours and isn't often home...once a year (on her birthday) she has a party that involves friendly banter and light pop music in the garden till 3am.

Neighbours on the attached side are midwife + lawyer, lovely couple, first baby due in a few weeks. We never hear ANYTHING through the very thin wall apart from him running up and down the stairs.

And then there's our house: a tiny 2 bed terrace with two adults who love music and two young children whose every waking moment is spent bouncing or talking or shouting or singing or doing all of the above at once.

Still, it could be worse; I apologised to nice midwife lady soon after they moved in, and not only was she kind enough to lie that they never hear anything much, she added 'you just seem to laugh a lot' :)

Neighbours-but-one (also lovely) have a big friendly dog that occasionally barks, and the man of the house spends a lot of time sitting in the backyard smoking potent weed. Ah, the smell of nostalgia...
 
my alchoholic glasweigian nieghbour combines bursts of extremely noisy music with drunken singing along - usually the same 3 of 4 tracks - (tom jones, status quo, simple minds and some other dire shite which i think might be andy williams) sometimes the same track repeated three times on the trot.
He will then turn the music down to shout abuse at us through the window and bang on the wall - english cunt, southern wanker, fucking wanker, fenian cunt (my partner is Irish - he's a rangers fan) etc.

He keeps this up for three hours at a time until he passes out - usaully at least once a week (including Christmas day).

"annoying" doesn't really do it justice. Hes like a cross between rab c nesbit and adolf hitler. He also constantly films our comings and goings and complains to the council about anything and everything. Me and the mrs are musicians - but we never play music in the house any more cos he will start blasting his music out.

The twat even kicked off about making a noise when we were standing outside the front door to watch the fire works on new years eve (the sad cunt was in on his own).

Hes been nicked 4 times in the past 6 months for kicking off with us and other neighbours. Last time - (a week ago) he was threatening the cops with a kicking as they tried to put him in the van. I am usually utterly opposed to the cops having pepper spray and tazers - but on this occasion i was fucking praying for them to give him the works.

Hes up in court in November for an eviction hearing so hopefully we will be rid of the nasty shit bag for xmas.
 
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