Post by ambersalamander on Oct 2, 2007 11:32:51 GMT
I have now had enough, so feel the need to rant about it on here, because it happens far too often for my liking.
When I moved into my flat, one of its main selling points was the quiet neighbours. I hardly heard a peep out of anyone in the building. There are 8 flats in the building. I am the only person from that period who still lives here. These days, the person above me is a fitness freak and always using exercise machines, the person next to me is always spending, um, quality time with his VERY LOUD girlfriend, and the bloke downstairs, apart from having a baby son, is a COMPLETE FREAK!
This guy likes talking very loudly on the phone when his wife is out and he likes playing loud music and singing badly along to it. The music is, I think, West African and would be quite pleasant in the right circumstances but when I'm trying to sleep, the sound of what to my Western ears is a very irregular rhythm is not at all helpful.
This morning was the last straw, and I shall be having a word with him next time i see him.
After last night's trip to Woodford, I was absolutely exhausted but didn't get to bed until after 1am. I decided to treat myself to a MAJOR lie-in. But it was not to be. I woke from an absolutely lovely dream
to the noise of what sounded like about 20 blokes being completely chaotic. I suspect that it was more like 6 or 7 of them, but they were all chanting, singing and shouting different things at the same time. Without a break. For over two hours. It was an absolutely horrible din. Then they stopped, and I thought "phew" but one of them was making a speech. This was followed by what sounded like an African hymn, sung very well by everyone and in perfect harmony. Now that I don't mind. But it was then followed by this discordant chanting again. For another hour or so. But the worst thing was that the baby was crying pretty much constantly throughout (can you blame him?) and they were completely ignoring him 
That's out of order, that is.
I'd had enough, and I gave up on my lie-in thinking I'd never get peace, and I got up and washed and dressed. When I returned, they had stopped. Gits!!!
I assumed that this was some sort of religious meeting. I have no problem with that although I am not religious at all myself (I'd say the same if they were being Sutton fans and doing Sutton chants!). But if part of their religion is to make that sort of racket for such a long time, then they can either hire a damn hall for it, do it in someone's house that doesn't have neighbours who can hear everything, or at least check with everyone else in the building that it's OK for them to meet on, say, Tuesday mornings and make a racket for four hours.
When I moved into my flat, one of its main selling points was the quiet neighbours. I hardly heard a peep out of anyone in the building. There are 8 flats in the building. I am the only person from that period who still lives here. These days, the person above me is a fitness freak and always using exercise machines, the person next to me is always spending, um, quality time with his VERY LOUD girlfriend, and the bloke downstairs, apart from having a baby son, is a COMPLETE FREAK!
This guy likes talking very loudly on the phone when his wife is out and he likes playing loud music and singing badly along to it. The music is, I think, West African and would be quite pleasant in the right circumstances but when I'm trying to sleep, the sound of what to my Western ears is a very irregular rhythm is not at all helpful.
This morning was the last straw, and I shall be having a word with him next time i see him.
After last night's trip to Woodford, I was absolutely exhausted but didn't get to bed until after 1am. I decided to treat myself to a MAJOR lie-in. But it was not to be. I woke from an absolutely lovely dream
to the noise of what sounded like about 20 blokes being completely chaotic. I suspect that it was more like 6 or 7 of them, but they were all chanting, singing and shouting different things at the same time. Without a break. For over two hours. It was an absolutely horrible din. Then they stopped, and I thought "phew" but one of them was making a speech. This was followed by what sounded like an African hymn, sung very well by everyone and in perfect harmony. Now that I don't mind. But it was then followed by this discordant chanting again. For another hour or so. But the worst thing was that the baby was crying pretty much constantly throughout (can you blame him?) and they were completely ignoring him 
That's out of order, that is.I'd had enough, and I gave up on my lie-in thinking I'd never get peace, and I got up and washed and dressed. When I returned, they had stopped. Gits!!!
I assumed that this was some sort of religious meeting. I have no problem with that although I am not religious at all myself (I'd say the same if they were being Sutton fans and doing Sutton chants!). But if part of their religion is to make that sort of racket for such a long time, then they can either hire a damn hall for it, do it in someone's house that doesn't have neighbours who can hear everything, or at least check with everyone else in the building that it's OK for them to meet on, say, Tuesday mornings and make a racket for four hours.
