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What have you heard from your neighbours house?

My new neighbour has screaming rows on the phone with people. It's better than telly!

My old neighbours had a lot of sex. Judging from her response, he was very good at it.

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  • Back twenty years, one side, somebody playing the guitar badly. The other, "Andy" being shouted through the letterbox on regular occasions. Downstairs, loud sex (couldn't hear it from my place, but out in the corridor it was very obvious). Over the road, murder.

    I moved out shortly after that incident.

  • Current place: basically nothing. It's an old house with thick joining walls. It's great The only time we hear anything at all is when they poke the fire, since this is on the joining wall.

    Previous place: we had a neighbour who clearly had some issues with noise on one side. We are naturally quiet people, with no kids or pets or anything, and we don't have the TV on loud but she would start pounding on the wall when, for example, we were emptying the dish washer and putting stuff back in the cupboards at 9-10am, or a dozen other normal activities at normal times of the day. Meanwhile, we had someone on the other side who was working from home some of the time and we'd get him shouting down the phone most of the day at times (my wife got most of this, since she was at home most days) and watch loud sport stuff in the evenings.

    The peak, though, was when Mr work-from-home was doing some renovation work in a bedroom. Either removing plaster or knocking a wall through or something involving hours of extremely loud hammering. Well, that came straight through to us and clearly Ms sensitive-to-noise could hear it as well, so that set her pounding on the wall, presumably thinking that it was us. There was a day when we were just sitting there listening to deafening hammering on one side and pounding on the other. At least my wife had some noise-cancelling headphones.

    It was a nice place otherwise, but I'm very happy that we moved.

  • We heard a bang one morning. Thought nothing of it until armed police climbed over our back wall and strolled through our garden. We let them in. They seemed very pleased with themselves, and made remarks about the state of our house (uncalled for, but when a policeman with a gun cracks a 'joke', you fucking laugh).

    Anyway apparently our neighbour discharged a pistol and someone called the police. They breached his door and locked him up. We've heard nothing since then, and the area has significantly yuppied up.

  • The worst in my old place was when he got drunk one Summer night (when all the windows were open) and played The Entertainer over and over again for hours. Not quite Guantanamo but everyone was up, prowling around going "should we go round and ring the bell?" We didn't. Years later one of their daughters came up to me in the pub and said: "we can hear you when you laugh". So perhaps I'm the nightmare neighbour.

    Further evidence for that is that the woman below me hates me and has left a note asking me not to slam the door when I go to the pub and to stop dragging furniture around - I don't do either. I'm tempted to show her this, but she might think I was taking the piss. I might well be.

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