Yes. My father named him after a schoolboy chum of his.
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I very nearly punched a neighbour once. As we stood on my front door step I kept beckoning him inside, secure in the knowledge that I could deck him without fear of prosecution as he was attacking me on my property, but the **** wouldn't enter. I did, however, tell him that I would fúck him and his missus, which went down well.
I don’t like them as mainly they are ****s and I believe at least 50% of them do look down on me.
This may be due to either a) when we first moved in I passed out on the sitting room floor and he had to go up a ladder to try and let himself in as he thought I may be dead or b) another night when I came home and he was entertaining in the back garden / patio so I took the hose to them over the wall.
We do chat sometimes – football mainly. He supports Dundalk.
What I want from neighbours is complete silence and invisibility. Is that so much to ask? :shrug:
Actually, one of my neighbours is OK. She's a crazy old lady whose lawn I cut. The signal that she feels the grass is getting a bit long is that she goes out and starts cutting it with scissors, at which point I have to step in and mow it for her.
Yes, not my best moment on reflection. Had only moved in a few weeks and had kept a low profile until this point.
The Mrs had gone out for the day and by the time she got back whatever way I had locked up had denied her entry but clearly I could be seen through the window.
:-\