Neighbours at War …. (My First Rant!)

Neighbours (Rant)

I think that it is fair to say that my neighbor is one of those people who is so incredibly backwards he still thinks digital watches are the height of the electronic generation.  He owns one CD which he plays in his flat (the one above oursL) at high volume over and over again.  When he is not doing this he is presumably out stealing or involved in one of his other two favorite pastimes, either clubbing his girlfriend over the head and dragging her back to their cave or more likely beating her up so that she does not leave the cave in the first place.

The man is quite unable to speak, let alone reason, to be frank the fact he remembers to breath amazes me most days.  He not surprising does not work, the mere mention of this word to close to him and he has to have a little lye down someplace dark.  Him and his stereotypical girlfriend live in a council flat with no aspirations of achievement beyond getting next weeks gyro.  You guessed the next part; we are paying for this bozo and his girlfriend and his dog.

Now for the amazing part, firstly when we moved in I parked slightly too far into my drive onto a patch of mud, all hell broke loose as this was his mud :-S in fact this “Grassed area” (mud) is communal and therefore fair game.  However not knowing better we moved and thought nothing more of it, until a few days later when there is yobbo the unemployed and looser the not pregnant YET girlfriend complete with their friends and dog under our car port having a BBQ!  Stereo blaring out the window, in fact it was so loud we had little choice but to go out.  The loud music is something we have to tollerate as the council are re-fusing to do anything.

We decided to have a shower fitted and contacted the council with a plan of action which was accepted, we booked and paid for out plumber and electrician to fit the shower we had purchased a few weeks before.  The plumber turned up at 8:30am Wednesday morning had some tea and set about routing cables and pipe work through the wall.  For this some drilling was necessary, I had to take my partner to work.  On leaving the flat we were greeted by greebo the intellectually challenged obviously fresh from his pit, stating well mumbling in amongst swear words that we could not start work till 9am as it was disturbing him, he was going to call the council.  We told him to go ahead knowing that we were in the right as we had already done a lot of research on the web and ascertained that in fact a builder can start work at 8am, as do in fact our local council.  Anyway to cut a long storey short, were phoned by the council stating that a complaint had been made about the noise!!! 

Get a job you lazy layabout stop taking our hard earned tax and acturally work then decent hard working people can go about their busness without worring about disturbing your day.  For god sake what is this country coming to?  Why am I working for everything I earn when I have to pay for myself and enough in tax to keep these wretches who then complain about me when I try and better myself. 

Needless to say this doughnut is top of the list, by which I mean that we are recording all of his antics by anymeans possible to show the council in the hope that they will eventually see that this guy is a joke and throw this sorry thieving  good for nothing lazy useless ill educated unemployed retard back where he belongs, in the gutter!

I take solice in the fact that the flat for us is a stop gap on the way to better things and that we may be called, and probably are a few things but even if we try our very hardest we could never be that useless to society.