Pale Rider
Legendary Member
I used to live in a flat in a converted Georgian terrace in Camberwell, south London.
The guy in the flat below me got a job in Hong Kong and let his flat to a lad who was all but deaf.
Cue lots of very loud music - it had to be for him to hear it.
I wasn't keen on that, but he then started having parties, not so bad, but all the doors were wide open and I formed the impression some people were just wandering in off the street, drawn by the loud music.
Last straw was getting up one day to find piles of vomit and several people sleeping in the communal stairs.
Happily the owner of the flat was from a good family and he had given me a contact number for an equally nice middle class woman who lived opposite.
I wandered across to have a word with her, but she was already on the case having observed the events of the last few weeks.
Words must have been had, because cleaners arrived to do the stairwell, and more importantly, there were no more parties or loud music.
The guy in the flat below me got a job in Hong Kong and let his flat to a lad who was all but deaf.
Cue lots of very loud music - it had to be for him to hear it.
I wasn't keen on that, but he then started having parties, not so bad, but all the doors were wide open and I formed the impression some people were just wandering in off the street, drawn by the loud music.
Last straw was getting up one day to find piles of vomit and several people sleeping in the communal stairs.
Happily the owner of the flat was from a good family and he had given me a contact number for an equally nice middle class woman who lived opposite.
I wandered across to have a word with her, but she was already on the case having observed the events of the last few weeks.
Words must have been had, because cleaners arrived to do the stairwell, and more importantly, there were no more parties or loud music.