I would suggest if it happens tonight, you should start singing Onward Christian Soldiers as loudly as you can. Keep it at an irregular beat so they can’t bang along to it because that is not what you’re hoping to achieve here. Give it a go and if the sound of you singing that at full pelt doesn’t kill the mood for them, then try How Much Is That Doggy In The Window? Good luck
One of my neighbours has had work going on in his back garden for the last 2 1/2 months 8 hours a day 6 days a week, with diggers, chainsaw, disc cutters, drills and hammers. Completely landscaping the rear garden and dug out for a swimming pool, next coming is work on the house with his planning for 3 extensions. It was a very quiet neighbourhood until he bought the house but it probably will be again in a few years.
I had this situation in a flat we lived in. The horrible old munter downstairs used to own our place, until the bank repossessed it from her. Along we come and innocently buy it, not knowing about the psychotic, alcoholic witch below who thought she could still lay down the rules about what could and couldn't be done to her property and took every opportunity to moan at us about the slightest noise (sadly mostly DIY related in my case).
Anyway, without fail on "giro day" she would return after a night's heavy drinking with another notch for her headboard she'd picked up from some horrendous pub down the road. There was virtually no sound proofing and she would regale us with her extremely noisy, drunken rutting into the early hours. Including loud instructions as to the desired tempo and on one memorable occasion I remember her yelping and her requesting her lucky conquest not to, "...farking well put it up there!"
We tried every approach, including clapping and cheering as... er...she reached her destination as per @DaveMehmet suggestion above. None of it worked tbh and she seemed to get off on it even more once she knew it was having the desired affect. You might have more luck just by making them aware you're awake yourselves by moving around, putting the radio on or whatnot but some people just don't worry about neighbours overhearing their sexual shenanigans
Apropos of nothing my final memory of the evil old hag is the happy day she moved out and seeing her going up the road in the front of a flipping milk float(!) with all her worldlies loaded up on the back, including what sounded like a box of crockery which fell off the back.
last week my neighbour thought it was acceptable to use a fucking circular saw at 11.35 at night
My sincere apologies. From now on, I promise to finish by 10.00 and that all participants will be as silent as lambs. Please also let me know if you would like to join in at any point.
Used to have a flat in Hither Green with a couple of mates, Goodbye Horse was one of the chaps, the flat below (it was one of the converted houses in Leahust road) was occupied by a couple and they were either fighting or fucking. The insulation was crap and you could hear everything when they were both horizontal jogging, so we used to wait for the build up and right on the glory stroke we banged on the floor yelling stuff like ‘OH BABY YESSS’ (her money shout) and GET INNNN! And er other stuff! His missus told him to have a word with us, in fairness he did, but we ignored him and carried on......
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how much you want for your house,very interested
Good luck
Having a rump on a 'school night' before work? Shocking.
I had this situation in a flat we lived in. The horrible old munter downstairs used to own our place, until the bank repossessed it from her. Along we come and innocently buy it, not knowing about the psychotic, alcoholic witch below who thought she could still lay down the rules about what could and couldn't be done to her property and took every opportunity to moan at us about the slightest noise (sadly mostly DIY related in my case).
Anyway, without fail on "giro day" she would return after a night's heavy drinking with another notch for her headboard she'd picked up from some horrendous pub down the road. There was virtually no sound proofing and she would regale us with her extremely noisy, drunken rutting into the early hours. Including loud instructions as to the desired tempo and on one memorable occasion I remember her yelping and her requesting her lucky conquest not to, "...farking well put it up there!"
We tried every approach, including clapping and cheering as... er...she reached her destination as per @DaveMehmet suggestion above. None of it worked tbh and she seemed to get off on it even more once she knew it was having the desired affect. You might have more luck just by making them aware you're awake yourselves by moving around, putting the radio on or whatnot but some people just don't worry about neighbours overhearing their sexual shenanigans
Apropos of nothing my final memory of the evil old hag is the happy day she moved out and seeing her going up the road in the front of a flipping milk float(!) with all her worldlies loaded up on the back, including what sounded like a box of crockery which fell off the back.
Ahh, sweet memories.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2948048/Former-professional-footballer-raped-woman-22-met-nightclub-consensual-sex-teammate.html
Alternatively, you could stand in the corner and film it on your mobile phone a la Karlan Grant.
https://metro.co.uk/2018/06/14/three-british-footballers-arrested-raping-teenager-ibiza-7630575/
Allegedly.
Hannibal
The insulation was crap and you could hear everything when they were both horizontal jogging, so we used to wait for the build up and right on the glory stroke we banged on the floor yelling stuff like ‘OH BABY YESSS’ (her money shout) and GET INNNN! And er other stuff!
His missus told him to have a word with us, in fairness he did, but we ignored him and carried on......