I don't think I've lived anywhere where my neighbours weren't peculiar or scary in some way.
But last weekend I got woken up because the bloke next door was paid a visit by what sounded like a loan shark. The latter was going on about wanting his money and the other guy was all like he would have it soon, basically like in the movies.
"How can you not have it? You've been betting pure money at the bookies!"
"How do you know that?"
"None of your fucking business. Where is it?"
Had some drug dealers living directly opposite for a truly hellish 9 months last year. It was one young bloke on a mobility scooter with seemingly a dozen or so teenage lads and their girlfriends all crammed in there like Fagin's gang, blasting music out 24/7, like Father Fintan Stack. Didn't get a wink of sleep the whole time they were there, as they did their business on dirtbikes and quadbikes, which were buzzing up and down constantly. A load of them would usually be sat out there on the wal