Getting on with your neighbours

I tiring of the Happy Clappers clique.

Natasha Whittam wrote:I tiring of the Happy Clappers clique.

Relevance?

Are we sensing that perhaps someone is over-projecting with their internet persona and isn't overly happy with their lot in life, hence a bedsit in Daubhill becomes a swanky penthouse in Preston.....

Just theorising........

Breadman wrote:Are we sensing that perhaps someone is over-projecting with their internet persona and isn't overly happy with their lot in life, hence a bedsit in Daubhill becomes a swanky penthouse in Preston.....

Just theorising........

There is a also bit of disparity between "penthouse" "director of an international marketing agency" "private box at the Reebok" and "I hate cocks who boast"...

It's either pot/kettle or fantasy persona IMO. 
Still who cares? (S)he's funny and writes like a Sunday People journalist.

Agreed.

Where would we be without the "fragile of mind" amongst us to entertain us with their inane ramblings?

Speaking of which, anybody seen AD recently?

I'm off on holiday this afternoon so I don't have to worry what my neighbours are up to for the next two weeks. Toodle Pip.

Breadman wrote:

Where would we be without the "fragile of mind" amongst us to entertain us with their inane ramblings?

Speaking of which, anybody seen AD recently?

  

Reebok Trotter wrote:I'm off on holiday this afternoon so I don't have to worry what my neighbours are up to for the next two weeks. Toodle Pip.

Where you off, somewhere hot?

Enjoy your holiday RT!

Rt, you lying get! You said you were going to Huddersfield tomorrow?

Culcheth_White wrote:Rt, you lying get! You said you were going to Huddersfield tomorrow?

Holiday destination of choice, Huddersfield.

I don't have problems with neighbours.

i have had trouble with my neighbour from the very first day i moved to Burnage. The wifes family came round for breakfast and he came straight round to complain that a car was parked outside his house, not over his drive or anything just outside his house. 

The best incident was when i banged a couple of nails in the living room wall (the adjoining wall) to hang some pictures and he then went round his house with a hammer and banged on every wall! This was the culmination of a few run-ins so i went round to put him straight. I laid into him (not physically even though i wanted to smack the twat in the chops) and it went quiet for a few months.

The other major incident was on Christmas Eve a few years ago, he decided my kids had been banging on his wall deliberately and when it was their bedtime put on Barry Manilow at full blast. I went round but he was hiding and eventually turned it down. The next morning i saw him in the garden and went to speak to him but i was nice as pie this time and even shook his hand after telling him he was out of order but that i didn't want to fall out again.

Since then he has been fine but he is an alcoholic and tends to have his telly on way too loud before he falls into a drunken stupour.

I've had mine up by the throat before now. take no shit.

I've had it with the bloke next door. His cat's bought a new hat. There was nothing wrong with the old one, but I'm sure the creature had its reasons. The thing is, it doesn't suit it, and people have started sniggering behind their hands. 
I feel a bit sorry for it, and I'm thinking of confronting the owner about it, but I fear another public slanging match similar to the uproar that ensued after I had a go at its cravat.
He gives the cat a weekly allowance of £5, which is far too much in my opinion, but I've never made a fuss.
My grandad's cat was quite happy sat on the sofa licking its arse. Mind you, so was my grandad, but that's not the point. 
Do I call in the RSPCA? Or should I mind my own business?
I should add that the cat is an Egyptian Mau, and looks very sinister. It got scarier when it started smoking cigarillos and I'm not sure if the thing could take constructive criticism, so I'm treading warily.
Difficult situation in these troubled times.

I’m confused Bonce. Was your grandad the flexible type that could lick his own arse or was he licking the cats arse?

karlypants wrote:I’m confused Bonce. Was your grandad the flexible type that could lick his own arse or was he licking the cats arse?

Natasha Whittam wrote:

karlypants wrote:I’m confused Bonce. Was your grandad the flexible type that could lick his own arse or was he licking the cats arse?

karlypants wrote:I’m confused Bonce. Was your grandad the flexible type that could lick his own arse or was he licking the cats arse?

Really KP, I'm surprised at you. Are you suggesting that a grown man would sit in his living room, licking a cat's arse? What kind of background do you think I come from? Outrageous.
It was, of course, the former. 
At least he was staying indoors, and had stopped dressing like Angela Lansbury.