Everything was peaceful up until the Spring of 1997. Peaceful roughly translates to a time when our main neighbours (main NFH) had a sense of decency. Unfortunately, as their two kids grew up...they grew out into the street - taking a football - beginning years of the most obnoxious noise you can imagine. Two of them: Mark 9, Richard 14.

Another family moved in shortly afterwards leading to all the kids playing together in the street; hours upon hours of football slamming against the back of garages (directly in front of our houses), screaming their lungs off any chance they could find. Sounds normal, right? Wrong. Their ability to keep this up for literally years defied belief.

Complaints to the council were made about this seemingly neverending misery - nothing came of that...so I began this diary of sorts, which was (or still may be) intended for authority. Eventually, I hope to name and shame the neighbours completely since this has now surpassed football noise. It's a story of bad parenting - made worse by the departure of main NFH's father, leaving the careless mother to bring zero control over these abusers. In time she too becomes an abuser, as does her new husband years later, the new neighbours on the other side (*) and anybody else in this street that fancies pissing over the lives of others.

* 3rd set - first was a wonderful lady who eventually died in that house, she too must have lived like the man described below, I believe her relatives took over the house for a while, pre-other NFH.

The block of houses consists of (looking out the back window): End house = main NFH, then us, then other NFH and finally the other end (at the time of writing this (26th Feb '09) it is vacant - the owner was a really nice man that recently became ill, moved into a home and died not long ago. I should think the last of his days here were spent listening to other NFH and their DIY abuse. More about this in the '09 logs.

Returning to the beginning, the foolish thing was to complain to the council - which immediately came back to me when a letter was sent to main NFH. I was later witness to a conversation between an ex-lodger here and main NFH step-father which described how main NFH mother, Alison, 'climbed the walls when she got that letter'. That alone sums up the attitude of this woman.

The football kids in the street totalled four - the new family were further down the street, not a part of our block - the mother of which actually assisted in removing the No Ball Games sign from the garage wall. A minor issue to most, but a mother abusing the town to serve her own kids at cost to others. During that time we had masses of vandalism attacks on the cars and garages - but you can't prove the cowardly hit-and-run technique.

Taking years for the kids to grow up, those off-block neighbours moved away - main NFH continued with their football, screaming, door-slamming, wall-banging abuse. Richard eventually took to playing dance music - the thump thump bassline weapon - for a good couple of years, this went hand in hand with the football. Neil moved into main NFH house, nothing changed. He and Alison spent most of the day at work, leaving us with the kids. Richard took to nightshift, waking around 2pm to start his sh_t. Two of us in this house and a dog that didn't take to the abuse well. I don't know how long that went on, but Richard finally moved out and Mark took his room, assuming the same bassline abuse directly through our walls. One audio clip does actually contain Neil complaining about this, but he changed nothing.

Alison later had another baby - surprisingly leaving zero change in anyone's behaviour during pregnancy or arrival. How they stay together I don't know, there's no love in their family, they care for nothing but themselves - so many years of pissing on another household and they get away with it. Mark seems to be gone most of the time now, as of Feb 25th '09, Neil made his first complaint about noise, towards us. See those logs - my ideas and how things are currently going.

The original copy of this intro stated that I wouldn't talk much of other NFH - but things with them have changed considerably. They have two kids of their own, neither one appears to work - giving them all the time in the world to abuse via 'justifiable' means. Male and female kids, although I doubt that will make life easier in their future teen years. What kicked them off, I don't know. DIY aside, they originally started banging on the walls for no apparent reason. The only theory revolves around a barking dog I think they had, which one day ceased. Possibly a complaint was made, but nothing to do with us. Dogs aren't the enemy.

Old text: As I just said to a friend, this is badly written. Without spending a lot of time turning it into an epic saga, I can't really portray the misery they bring. I will continue a blog of sorts, beginning from this new year of 2005. - LOL, it is saga-worthy now, but there does seem to be some confusion over how much time is taken here (classed as obsessive once or twice) so I'll make it clear one final time: I have been supplied by Joshua with an editing system to add entries, etc (see site info) - entering anything new takes moments, listening to the neighbours can't be helped thanks to paper-thin walls. I've been called on that as well: That I can't really complain about the noise thanks to building design. Alas, I've been in a few of these houses - normal people can be heard through such walls, normal people don't get under your skin as these abusers do. Their lives can no doubt penetrate the thickest of walls.

Old text: I work on nightshift myself now. It's been hard as hell to keep it together, try and sleep in daytime, then have your mind destroyed thinking about this hassle for x hours a night while attempting to keep your work on track. I'll just try and keep it logged from now on. - the update to this is simple: I appreciate that a nightshifter has to deal with daytime issues...but this is something the neighbours play on greatly, even though one of them works nights himself. I now believe it's my right to some level of peace regardless of the shift I work - and these cowards jump on the opportunity to destroy that.