Bishop Street
It may have turned to shit in the end, but 55 Bishop Street was the best flat I ever lived in, mainly because it was cheap, there was no paperwork (mondo dodgy setup, all cash, no bank accounts), it was huge and, best of all, had hardwood floors, which was handy whenever people spilt drinks at the frequent parties we threw.

Christmas '06 was easily the best night we had there, heaps of people etc. Boxing Day we had another little get together, during which the new next door neighbours came over for a visit. They were all tradesmen of one kind or another and so were very generous with their beers and weed. Ideologically we all seemed very similar and were sure we would get on famously. We might've too if Sam, one of my flatmates, hadn't got stinky drunk on absinthe and took it upon himself to continually jump the fence between our properties and make his way into their house one night. They kept telling him to fuck off but Sam kept persisting, as is his way.

The next day Sam felt remorseful (he had also stolen a guitar tuner and a few other random things), so he left an apology note on their doorstep along with the stuff he'd taken and a 15 pack of beer. We all thought that this was a fine peace offering, guaranteed to lead to Sam being forgiven for his sins.

Like bugger. From that point on the neighbours made a point of tellnig us that, if Sam ever pulled that shit again, he'd be "dead". The relationship soured after that and we didn't have much to do with them after that, because we all thought that they were being far too sensitive.

Still, they were better than the skinhead fuckwits on the other side. Not only did they have noisy cars, a habit of throwing empties over the fence and a beast of a dog that was always getting mistreated (I saw it get the boot on a few occasions, very uncool but you expect that from skinheads), but they also cut branches off their trees and threw them into our yard and, worst of all, stole a weed plant we had growing in the backyard. We had no proof, but we know it was them because they had a clear view of our backyard when they sat on their roof (which they did often) and we had barely told a soul about said plant.

Then again, if they're the worst neighbours I get in my lifetime, I shouldn't moan. My current neighbours don't do anything worse than playing crappy house music on the odd day.
(ElGranto, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 2:04, Reply)