I live in my own pub
Therefore, according to the neighbours, this makes me THE neighbour from hell.

When the new licensing laws were coming into effect they objected to the rather modest hours extension that I applied for.

The complaints against us ranged from the fact that they regularly had to put up with noise until 2 in the morning (2 hours after I had closed up and gone to bed) there would be more cans littering the streets (I don't sell cans of beer)and the best, that there had been a murder opposite the pub (the magistrate who has lived there for 40 years had somehow missed this).

All I wanted to do was shout at them "Did you not see the four story, bright yellow fucking building when you moved to town?!", but instead I was very polite, kept my shit eating grin on and got every complaint thrown out and my license granted.

I celebrated with a fuck of big, noisy party, using my full extended hours. But I was kind enough to send them all an invite.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Sat 3 Oct 2009, 11:14, 4 replies)

This really grates me...
On one hand you have people complaining about independent pubs going under and how the chains are taking over, on the other hand they seem to object to anything the pub does to try and drum up business.

Also, you would think that the neighbours would have a conscience and not lodge false applications given that this is your livelihood -- but you'd think wrong :(
(zero.coke, Sat 3 Oct 2009, 12:47, closed)

Excellent :)
Congrats on the licence. I fucking hate NIMBYS. especially the ones that move in after the establishment has been going for some time. Old cunts complaining about race track noise are fucking irritating too.
( Noo_Noo Is now 'BeerElf Jnr', I guess :), Sat 3 Oct 2009, 13:59, closed)

As my old man is fond of saying
Don't buy a flat above the fish and chip shop and complain about the smell.
( bane, Sat 3 Oct 2009, 22:15, closed)

There's a lovely little pub near me
It really is a pillar of the community. You go there and you'll meet everyone from streets around, of all ages, they have a very communal open mic night, quizzes, all the usual stuff, but it really is packed every week. It's a wonderful place to have as your local.

This sour old cunt moved in next door to it a year back, started complaining about the noise on the open mic night. Not that it's that loud. Mostly acoustic guitars and a small amp. He started these complaints less than a week after he'd moved in, instantly alienating himself from the local community.

Eventually the noise levels had to be measured, and surprise surprise, well within tolerable limits.
But yes. Why would you move in next door to a pub if you're going to be that anal about the noise? The small-mindedness of some people really does beggar belief.
(Sundayturkey has the biggest mug of tea, Sun 4 Oct 2009, 11:27, closed)