That's when good neighbours become... good and dead.

[taimatsu]

Bloody next door idiots are playing loud music, as they have at least every other day since I moved in. This time it's *really* loud, *really* pointlessly drum-focussed (can't stand this style of music except on the odd occasion in a nightclub) and I can't close the damn windows because it's too hot! There is nowhere in the house where I can't hear it. I am going slowly insane and I don't know what to do. I would go and knock on their door and ask them to JUST FUCKING TURN IT OFF ALREADY but I'm too chicken to do that without Robert to back me up. I just don't think I should have to listen to their choice of music all sodding day instead of mine. Yes? Am I being unreasonable here? What is wrong with these stupid assholes? I think I am going to put on the Scary Bitches... really loud. *evil grin*

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[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

I hate this kind of situation. When I was living off Cowley Road it was awful - all those student houses, and almost impossible to track down which house it was that was playing the music even if I wanted to go and complain (which I generally didn't, being chicken too). I did regularly complain to the woman upstairs when she got stoned/drunk and played the same sodding record over and over at full volume at 3am (which she did quite often). Here we don't get it often, but two rows of terraces with back-to-back gardens means again it's almost impossible to identify the offenders when it does happen.

Next door just do DIY at weird hours (but since I made a mild complaint at 8 months pregnant they've been really good about telling us when they're going to start early, and so on).