Then they began making as much noise as humanly possible on purpose. But pretty soon they stopped answering the door. The first couple of times, the neighbours turned the music down at our request. After much googling, the only “solution” I could find for coping with intrusive music was to play white noise but the consensus for heavy bass was, basically, you’re screwed. Over the next couple of months, our neighbours continued to play their music at all times of the day and night, at top volume, and with the bass was turned up as high as possible – meaning our flat vibrated to the tune of their rudeness and inconsiderateness. Being more prone to pessimism and suspicion, I shook my head knowingly: “This is not the end.” And I was right. “That’s the end of that,” my girlfriend said. He apologised before I could even say anything and turned it down. A boy answered the door, while his mates peered out from behind him.
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I turned to my girlfriend, hoping she would tell me it was just a car outside or my own pounding head exploding, but her grim nod confirmed the worst.Īfter about half an hour of not being able to hear anything else, and after walking round our tiny flat several times, whinging about the noise in each individual room, I stomped next door in my pyjamas and asked them if they wouldn’t mind turning it down. I was quietly minding my own business, trying to cope with the taste of water and the sound of shrill Saturday night TV, when suddenly everything shook to the beat of next door’s thumping bass reverberating through our living room wall. T he night when the trouble with our neighbours started is a bit hazy because I was in the grips of a savage hangover.