Mother-fucking sons of whores

[andrewducker]

So, last night I decided to get to bed early.  We're having a variety of minor problems at work, all of which added up to me having to be in 90 minutes earlier than usual.  Fair enough, I thought - I'll get to bed for 11:30, get a little less sleep than usual, and make it to work early enough to get everything out the way before panic starts running round the office and people start throwing themselves out of windows.

The people upstairs were playing music, but it wasn't _that_ loud - I was able to fall asleep listening to something quiet, and vaguely ambiently soothing.

This wasn't the case at 1am, when I woke up, badly needing to piss, with the voice of Madonna coming through the ceiling.  Now, this wasn't the last Madonna album, it was the earlier poppier stuff, so you can't fault their taste too much - but it was damn loud.  Certainly loud enough that I couldn't get back to sleep easily.  And when I _did_ manage to tune it out long enough to start sliding slowly towards the black nothingness I was desperately craving, they decided to play the "I don't like the second half of this song, skip to the next one." game.  Then to the next one after another thirty seconds.  Then again.  Then back to the previous one, because "hey!  Doesn't it get better after a bit?  Or possibly not, so skip around looking for a track I do like."

Speaking of skipping - there's nothing worse than trying to sleep through a CD that's skipping - just a little bit - every 90 seconds or so.  Every time your brain picks up the tune and starts to flow with it - Bam! it's knocked right off track again.

Around this time (after I'd been awake for half an hour) Ed arrived back from the pub, so I manfully sent him upstairs, to negotiate with our neighbours as to what constituted a reasonable volume level.  Well, actually I asked him to have them all shot, but I expected to be interpreted liberally.  What I didn't expect was for them to hide in the flat, creaking the floorboards, but ignoring him knocking on the door.  At least when _our_ downstairs neighbour bangs on our door to tell us to shut the fuck up we have the decency to stop battering the floor with baseball bats - not the bozos upstairs though - they were happy to ignore the door _and_ leave the volume up.

And possibly - just possibly, the idea that the people downstairs were upset at them was enough to have them set the CD player to a semi-random track (not Madonna by this time, but some random bland pop-rock track) and leave it on _repeat_.  For an _hour_.  Well, for an hour until I gave up on the idea of sleeping in my own bed and set up the spare bed in the living room.  An idea which I wish I'd had a good hour earlier, when I was still optimistically thinking "Oh well, they're bound to go to bed any minute now."

Next time I'm just calling the fucking police.

Oh - today at work wasn't great - I managed to focus, but spent the entire day feeling drained and unable to actually do much that wasn't urgent.  Luckily there wasn't a lot to do, as we were waiting for information to arrive from a variety of places.  And now I intend to hang around the house, trying to summon the enthusiasm to watch something on TV, until it's late enough that I can fall asleep.

Comments

[pisica.livejournal.com]

You want them, I think.

[sneakingyoda.livejournal.com]

I don't understand what is wrong with people. Quiet music at 11:30 pm, but louder in the middle of the night?

I've never done this to people- and I yell at people around me when they do it to others. It doesn't make me a very popular person.

[xquiq.livejournal.com]

I used to get that occasionally in my old flat: a reasonable level pre-club, followed by a ludicrous level when the all got back pissed at 03:30.

It amazes me that people can be so utterly rude as to ignore the door though.

[communicator.livejournal.com]

That is bad by any standards, I feel vicariously annoyed

[aitkendrum.livejournal.com]

Shooting aint good enough for them! My sympathies!

See, this is why, despite my desire to live closer than a 1hr 20mins commute to work and in Edinburgh, I prefer my semi detached, aging, cheaply rented, run down cottage.

The only real noise so far I have to deal with is the odd barking dog.

If I ever hear my neighbours, it means their killing each other.

[perceval.livejournal.com]

Turned it up to eleven, did they? Fucktards. They deserve the police.

[birdofparadox.livejournal.com]

OMG, I would have to immolate someone.

[laserboy.livejournal.com]

I can totally sympathise. I've experienced my fair share of wankers - I'm sure I've told you about the pleasures of Bridge of Allan.

I would recommend going to speak to them after work tomorrow, calmly and nicely, explain what happened while being completely rational and personable and ask them to avoid playing music late at night. Certainly mention 'you' banged on the door. Most people don't have the balls to rise to a confrontation and I can almost guarantee you'll get an apology and a desperate explanation before you go further.

If it happens after that, don't even bother leaving the flat and just call the police.

I hope you get a better sleep tonight.

[hawkida.livejournal.com]

Good luck with them.

In Peterborough the police don't care - they refer you to the pollution department of the council. Who, at 3am, don't tend to be around.

We've had some luck with lodging formal complaints because the complaint gets reported "anonymously" (like they can't figure out it's the people who keep knocking their door asking them to turn the music down) and later stages involve court and fines and ASBOs, I think. Anyway, it shut them up for months on end and currently seems to be working a second time around.

[intelligentrix.livejournal.com]

Earplugs work for me.

[andrewducker]

Sadly, not for me. I tried Ed's ear plugs, and I could still hear fairly well through them. I obviously have larger ears than Ed.

[intelligentrix.livejournal.com]

I use these things called Leight Sleepers. They work pretty well for me, but then I have delicate, shell-like ears. Goodluck.

[dalglir.livejournal.com]

We had a similar situation with the flat underneath dalglivk's back when we last lived in Edinburgh... The, normally quiet, flat of nurses started producing full volume techno at 3 in the morning (presumably after one of the guys had got back from clubbing). After hammering on the floor, his ceiliing, I threw on a jacket and left the flat to go and hammer on the guy's door only to be greeted by a stairwell filled with the faces and dressing gowns of the other inhabitants in the block. I hammered on the fucker's door and was totally ignored. I went downstairs, called the local police station, and reported a 'noisy party' at the guy's address. Ten minutes later the police arrived and hammered on the door. No reponse except continued thudding music. They hammered on the door and again and announced themselves as the police and the music died immediately and a drunk but apologetic bloke came to the front door and was given a stiff talking to by the police.

We didn't hear a peep out of him after that...

[poisonduk.livejournal.com]

Surely there were some pleasant distractions in your day at work?

[andrewducker]

There were one or two, yes :->

[azalemeth.livejournal.com]

That must be incredibly annoying. Environmental health callout :P.

On the title though...wouldn't that mean he'd just have gone to the brothel without realising it? :P. Sorry...