Our neighbour who we keep in touch with via occasional text. We know his name is Keith, but couldn’t absolutely put a face to the name. We think it’s the neighbour we call Brian.
We know all of our neighbours’ names but mostly to be civil to each other. No one here is interested in being friendly or getting to know one another.
I know most my neighbours names, we always chat in the street. Sometimes we drop home made food off to each other or stuff grown on the allotments. Sounds like the intro to a shit British sit com from the 70’s but is actually just East London.
Nah, I know my neighbors. I’ve lived here 4 years.
Had great neighbours for years, loved them, they moved after having a couple of kids to a larger property, the people they sold to have been here 4 years, no idea what their names are but I know they think they bought the whole row, couple of times I’ve caught them putting their kids in my front garden to play because they don’t have grass at the front and I do, and seeing as that’s where he likes to drink in the summer (his front driveway) my garden is apparently also his… Twat.
My neighbour calls me Dave, to this day I never knew why. Often when walking to the car I hear “hi dave… dave… DAVE” and then I figure out she is shouting on me. I have corrected her a few times but still… she sticks with Dave. Received a Christmas card “to dave” sent one back from “Dave (aka; my real name) smiley face. She still calls me dave!
So I have accepted that I’m dave now and waiting for other neighbours to call me Dave once she has spoken to them.
One of my neighbours I know by hellos but don’t know who they are. The one next door I don’t want to know. He’s rude nasty and had tv loud all the time. Kicks his door to get in when he’s drunk. Practically ruined it.
I’ve just moved in next to a bloke called lard head. I’ve known him since I was a kid but still don’t know his actual name, everyone calls him lard head
Only spoke to one neighbour since we moved here until we had flooding. Now we know 4 or 5 of the neighbours at our end of the road.
Even started swapping/sharing gardening stuff with one of them.
At our old flat we knew the neighbours on both sides, and had contact with our upstairs neighbours, but just for the meter readings.
For just £3 will tell you the titled name on the land registry, if that helps?
Im sure my neighbour are Heroin addicts. I would rather not know them . I see a police car outside their house sometimes . Also I see some kind of social worker go their house sometimes.. it’s a creepy couple . The woman of the couple gives me evil looks because I’m sure she thinks I’m m a snitch . She looks like she spent 40 years moving around Europe via shipping container
The only neighbours who drop off Christmas cards are the ones whose names we knew anyway. It’s infuriating.
I can only think of 2 neighbours I’ve actually liked in all the places I’ve lived. One was a lad I knew in temporary flat I was in for 6 months, the other was a Dutch couple in Schiedam. All the rest have either been a pain in the arse or miserable, although I did get flashed by a neighbour early one summer morning which I quite enjoyed ass I didn’t like her husband (she was ok to be fair).
I’m in the opposite boat, I know most of my neighbours for about a half a mile in any direction, it’s a mixed blessing because occasionally it’s nice, but mostly they make a point of getting to know me because they see me as the local heavy duty handyman, this results in clearing sewage pipes to septic tanks on Christmas eve and the likes of.
I’ve lived here for 6.5 years. Jim next door clearly doesn’t know my name (I have introduced myself and other members of his family do know it) yet he always calls me ‘mate’ and I think he’s too embarrassed to ask at this point.
We know the neighbours either side by name.
A couple of the others we’ve guessed based on personalised numberplates. Not a clue otherwise.
Get on well enough with all our neighbours. We all look after spare keys, take bins in/out, share spare fruit/veg/flowers from the garden, and generally keep an eye out for each other. Every year there’s a street party or two, and we’ll have drinks a few times a year. There’s some nutters on the local WhatsApp that make it very entertaining but otherwise our street feels a bit like a cheery 1950s holiday camp.
When we moved in, we thought our next door neighbour looked like a Brad. We created our own little story for what we thought his day-to-day was. Problem is, he’s told me his name and I’ve seen it on parcels we’ve taken for him, but I can’t remember it as he’ll always be Brad to me.
I make it my mission not to learn people’s names
We have a whatsapp group for our street. People usually complain about bins, foxes etc but there are occasional posts where people are giving away something they no longer need. However, one household on the street uses it to sell trivial things like cushions for a few quid. Absolute melt.
May not be exactly relevant for this thread but wanted to get it off my chest lol
Our last house, we had a Bowie impersonator on one side and a family of 4 on the other. They were generally nice, but the dad, a massive bloke, was plagued with mental illness, including multiple personality disorder. He heard voices and would scream at them to leave him alone. We kind of kept an eye on them all, and I made friends with the mum to an extent, but it was hard going. Bowie was a nice bloke.
We get on well enough with our neighbours now.
My neighbour across the alley is Not-Dave because I thought his name was Dave for almost five years.
No one in my village is named Dave apparently.
I’ve been referring to the lad that lives on the end home,as Rhydian. 22years I’ve been calling him Rhydian. Put it on Christmas cards,prob gave him stuff trick/treating etc. found out last week his name is Luke.
My dad knew one of our neighbours as “Sam McIntyre” It turned out he was called Sam Smith. He ran a company called McIntyre electrics, but he and his wife inherited it from her father.
I know my neighbours. On 1 side is Sadsack, Karen, Wednesday and The Demon Child and on the other is the Undead Mute Guy and his cat, Satan.
Epitomy of a strong knit community😂
I’ve got a Grant/Gareth next door, my neighbour for over 3 years. We’ve had lots of friendly interactions, I’ve smoked with him in his flat too but I just don’t know.
Hoping for a glimpse of his post, or a package delivered to me when he’s out but I’m running out of ideas.
I’ll let you know in about 20 years
I recently discovered that the neighbour I had randomly named Keith was in fact called Brian.
Mine is now known (to us) as Steve Martin. Its because I called him Steve for 3.5 years but turns out his name was Martin. I nearly said are you sure? When he corrected me. I was so sure
My neighbours are both fortunately called Joe so we don’t have this issue.
Now, I’m pretty good with names & faces, including my neighbours, but there’s one elderly man known only to me as the grumpy man/nosy Parker. Don’t actually know his name. When I was younger he used to complain about us running around (in my front garden btw) and just generally is a bit nosy
Nah, me and Mags, the 80-something year old that lives next door are literally best pals. I chat with her every time I’m out doing some gardening.
To be fair, this is the first place where I’ve got to know my neighbours well.
Neighbours? Oh yes those annoying people that live near. The nearest here is about 250 m away. She’s OK, so are the people who live across the road from her, and the builder a bit further down I’ve known for nearly 50 years. Rest of ’em I don’t know, and don’t really want to know. Some speak, some don’t. Some I know are a PITA.
We tend to keep ourselves to ourselves.
I lived next door to a rapper, who was famous in Greece. We heard drums and thought it was a prayer as it was the same time every night, but it was them rapping.
I’ve been living next to my current neighbour for 4 years. He’s told me his name a few times and I still can’t remember it. Im normally great with names so im not sure why I can’t make this one stick. To be fair he was calling me Gloria for quite a while, that is definitely not my name lol.
Been in our house for six years, thought the neighbour was Sue.. turns out it’s Pat. Found out from a Christmas card last year.
She’s Pat-Su now.
I know my next door neighbour, he’s a cunt.
Been neighbours with the same family for nearly a decade now, couldn’t name a single one of them or even tell you what colour hair they have.
We live in a small village where everyone seems to know everyone but I genuinely cannot remember the last time I even made eye contact with the neighbours.
I know all my neighbours but I have to say – XMAS CARDS are the way forward. Great 2 way initiative to learn names, you put “To all at number 10, Love xxxx” and they do it in reverse. Names given and now we’re acquainted – lovely.
I’m in a constant state of flux over the name of the neighbour’s husband. It’s definitely either Neil or Steve, but since using the wrong one would be awkward, he’s forever greeted by me with ‘pal’, ‘mate’ or ‘man’ and will probably be forever thus
I’ve had my closest neighbours move away and be replaced with a family of Indians, and then from what I can tell, ONE man who I have seen about 4 times in the 2-3 months he’s lived here
In fact now that I think about it, I can’t actually say for sure how many people live in my neighbourhood. I see things like cars in drives and maybe a few lights on, but never the people 🤔
I’ve kept the Christmas card from my upper left neighbour (I’m upper right) when they moved in 3 Xmas’s ago. The couple have split, he moved out but she and the baby stayed next door.
Haven’t spoken to her since she handed me that card so wouldn’t have a clue what she or the young one look like….but at least I know their names.
I nod at our neighbours sometimes. I live in a “live and let live” kind of neighbourhood. They seem lovely, I think they’re polish, and they absolutely love BBQ’ing, and seem to exist solely on BBQ during the summer months in particular. They’re often up until 5am, I think there’s some night-shift stuff going on.
So far, lovely people.
r/mattrose gonna have a field day with this one
One of my neighbours gave me a Christmas card and wrote two names on it, both female, and then knocked on my door later to let me know if I ever want to come over for a drink then feel free. I have no idea which one I spoke to lmao. Also it feels weird to just knock on their door and ask to come in?
Most of my neighbours are referred to by house numbers or the names of their cats… 14 is better than any security camera you can buy
Know all of them, been here over 20 years.
One side is baldy sad face, always looks on the verge of crying. His wife the screechy wailer, Saturday nights without fail she starts drunkenly screaming about money. Their kids Beckham jr, his football is always in our garden being chewed on by my dogs, and the tree imp who keeps climbing and falling out of the tree in their garden.
Other side is the poacher, miserable old git who stands at the bottom of his garden feeding birds and trying to hit them with his walking stick.
Across the road used to be the orchestra. Two chaps who you could hear playing violin (badly) and trumpet (quite well). They sold up to the brothel, a mother and three daughters who would noisily stumble home drunk and singing with different blokes in tow every weekend.
Next to the brothel is the night creepers. They go out at 1am and come back at 9am, then you don’t see them until 1am the next morning.
Bottom of the garden is the artist and his drunk wife. He sits on the back patio painting and she sits drinking. They occasionally set fire to their shed.
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Our neighbour who we keep in touch with via occasional text. We know his name is Keith, but couldn’t absolutely put a face to the name. We think it’s the neighbour we call Brian.
We know all of our neighbours’ names but mostly to be civil to each other. No one here is interested in being friendly or getting to know one another.
I know most my neighbours names, we always chat in the street. Sometimes we drop home made food off to each other or stuff grown on the allotments. Sounds like the intro to a shit British sit com from the 70’s but is actually just East London.
Nah, I know my neighbors. I’ve lived here 4 years.
Had great neighbours for years, loved them, they moved after having a couple of kids to a larger property, the people they sold to have been here 4 years, no idea what their names are but I know they think they bought the whole row, couple of times I’ve caught them putting their kids in my front garden to play because they don’t have grass at the front and I do, and seeing as that’s where he likes to drink in the summer (his front driveway) my garden is apparently also his… Twat.
My neighbour calls me Dave, to this day I never knew why. Often when walking to the car I hear “hi dave… dave… DAVE” and then I figure out she is shouting on me. I have corrected her a few times but still… she sticks with Dave. Received a Christmas card “to dave” sent one back from “Dave (aka; my real name) smiley face. She still calls me dave!
So I have accepted that I’m dave now and waiting for other neighbours to call me Dave once she has spoken to them.
One of my neighbours I know by hellos but don’t know who they are. The one next door I don’t want to know. He’s rude nasty and had tv loud all the time. Kicks his door to get in when he’s drunk. Practically ruined it.
I’ve just moved in next to a bloke called lard head. I’ve known him since I was a kid but still don’t know his actual name, everyone calls him lard head
Only spoke to one neighbour since we moved here until we had flooding. Now we know 4 or 5 of the neighbours at our end of the road.
Even started swapping/sharing gardening stuff with one of them.
At our old flat we knew the neighbours on both sides, and had contact with our upstairs neighbours, but just for the meter readings.
For just £3 will tell you the titled name on the land registry, if that helps?
Im sure my neighbour are Heroin addicts. I would rather not know them . I see a police car outside their house sometimes . Also I see some kind of social worker go their house sometimes.. it’s a creepy couple . The woman of the couple gives me evil looks because I’m sure she thinks I’m m a snitch . She looks like she spent 40 years moving around Europe via shipping container
The only neighbours who drop off Christmas cards are the ones whose names we knew anyway. It’s infuriating.
I can only think of 2 neighbours I’ve actually liked in all the places I’ve lived. One was a lad I knew in temporary flat I was in for 6 months, the other was a Dutch couple in Schiedam. All the rest have either been a pain in the arse or miserable, although I did get flashed by a neighbour early one summer morning which I quite enjoyed ass I didn’t like her husband (she was ok to be fair).
I’m in the opposite boat, I know most of my neighbours for about a half a mile in any direction, it’s a mixed blessing because occasionally it’s nice, but mostly they make a point of getting to know me because they see me as the local heavy duty handyman, this results in clearing sewage pipes to septic tanks on Christmas eve and the likes of.
I’ve lived here for 6.5 years. Jim next door clearly doesn’t know my name (I have introduced myself and other members of his family do know it) yet he always calls me ‘mate’ and I think he’s too embarrassed to ask at this point.
We know the neighbours either side by name.
A couple of the others we’ve guessed based on personalised numberplates. Not a clue otherwise.
Get on well enough with all our neighbours. We all look after spare keys, take bins in/out, share spare fruit/veg/flowers from the garden, and generally keep an eye out for each other. Every year there’s a street party or two, and we’ll have drinks a few times a year. There’s some nutters on the local WhatsApp that make it very entertaining but otherwise our street feels a bit like a cheery 1950s holiday camp.
When we moved in, we thought our next door neighbour looked like a Brad. We created our own little story for what we thought his day-to-day was. Problem is, he’s told me his name and I’ve seen it on parcels we’ve taken for him, but I can’t remember it as he’ll always be Brad to me.
I make it my mission not to learn people’s names
We have a whatsapp group for our street. People usually complain about bins, foxes etc but there are occasional posts where people are giving away something they no longer need. However, one household on the street uses it to sell trivial things like cushions for a few quid. Absolute melt.
May not be exactly relevant for this thread but wanted to get it off my chest lol
Our last house, we had a Bowie impersonator on one side and a family of 4 on the other. They were generally nice, but the dad, a massive bloke, was plagued with mental illness, including multiple personality disorder. He heard voices and would scream at them to leave him alone. We kind of kept an eye on them all, and I made friends with the mum to an extent, but it was hard going. Bowie was a nice bloke.
We get on well enough with our neighbours now.
My neighbour across the alley is Not-Dave because I thought his name was Dave for almost five years.
No one in my village is named Dave apparently.
I’ve been referring to the lad that lives on the end home,as Rhydian. 22years I’ve been calling him Rhydian. Put it on Christmas cards,prob gave him stuff trick/treating etc. found out last week his name is Luke.
My dad knew one of our neighbours as “Sam McIntyre” It turned out he was called Sam Smith. He ran a company called McIntyre electrics, but he and his wife inherited it from her father.
I know my neighbours. On 1 side is Sadsack, Karen, Wednesday and The Demon Child and on the other is the Undead Mute Guy and his cat, Satan.
Epitomy of a strong knit community😂
I’ve got a Grant/Gareth next door, my neighbour for over 3 years. We’ve had lots of friendly interactions, I’ve smoked with him in his flat too but I just don’t know.
Hoping for a glimpse of his post, or a package delivered to me when he’s out but I’m running out of ideas.
I’ll let you know in about 20 years
I recently discovered that the neighbour I had randomly named Keith was in fact called Brian.
Mine is now known (to us) as Steve Martin. Its because I called him Steve for 3.5 years but turns out his name was Martin. I nearly said are you sure? When he corrected me. I was so sure
My neighbours are both fortunately called Joe so we don’t have this issue.
Now, I’m pretty good with names & faces, including my neighbours, but there’s one elderly man known only to me as the grumpy man/nosy Parker. Don’t actually know his name. When I was younger he used to complain about us running around (in my front garden btw) and just generally is a bit nosy
Nah, me and Mags, the 80-something year old that lives next door are literally best pals. I chat with her every time I’m out doing some gardening.
To be fair, this is the first place where I’ve got to know my neighbours well.
Neighbours? Oh yes those annoying people that live near. The nearest here is about 250 m away. She’s OK, so are the people who live across the road from her, and the builder a bit further down I’ve known for nearly 50 years. Rest of ’em I don’t know, and don’t really want to know. Some speak, some don’t. Some I know are a PITA.
We tend to keep ourselves to ourselves.
I lived next door to a rapper, who was famous in Greece. We heard drums and thought it was a prayer as it was the same time every night, but it was them rapping.
I’ve been living next to my current neighbour for 4 years. He’s told me his name a few times and I still can’t remember it. Im normally great with names so im not sure why I can’t make this one stick. To be fair he was calling me Gloria for quite a while, that is definitely not my name lol.
Been in our house for six years, thought the neighbour was Sue.. turns out it’s Pat. Found out from a Christmas card last year.
She’s Pat-Su now.
I know my next door neighbour, he’s a cunt.
Been neighbours with the same family for nearly a decade now, couldn’t name a single one of them or even tell you what colour hair they have.
We live in a small village where everyone seems to know everyone but I genuinely cannot remember the last time I even made eye contact with the neighbours.
I know all my neighbours but I have to say – XMAS CARDS are the way forward. Great 2 way initiative to learn names, you put “To all at number 10, Love xxxx” and they do it in reverse. Names given and now we’re acquainted – lovely.
I’m in a constant state of flux over the name of the neighbour’s husband. It’s definitely either Neil or Steve, but since using the wrong one would be awkward, he’s forever greeted by me with ‘pal’, ‘mate’ or ‘man’ and will probably be forever thus
I’ve had my closest neighbours move away and be replaced with a family of Indians, and then from what I can tell, ONE man who I have seen about 4 times in the 2-3 months he’s lived here
In fact now that I think about it, I can’t actually say for sure how many people live in my neighbourhood. I see things like cars in drives and maybe a few lights on, but never the people 🤔
I’ve kept the Christmas card from my upper left neighbour (I’m upper right) when they moved in 3 Xmas’s ago. The couple have split, he moved out but she and the baby stayed next door.
Haven’t spoken to her since she handed me that card so wouldn’t have a clue what she or the young one look like….but at least I know their names.
I nod at our neighbours sometimes. I live in a “live and let live” kind of neighbourhood. They seem lovely, I think they’re polish, and they absolutely love BBQ’ing, and seem to exist solely on BBQ during the summer months in particular. They’re often up until 5am, I think there’s some night-shift stuff going on.
So far, lovely people.
r/mattrose gonna have a field day with this one
One of my neighbours gave me a Christmas card and wrote two names on it, both female, and then knocked on my door later to let me know if I ever want to come over for a drink then feel free. I have no idea which one I spoke to lmao. Also it feels weird to just knock on their door and ask to come in?
Most of my neighbours are referred to by house numbers or the names of their cats… 14 is better than any security camera you can buy
Know all of them, been here over 20 years.
One side is baldy sad face, always looks on the verge of crying. His wife the screechy wailer, Saturday nights without fail she starts drunkenly screaming about money. Their kids Beckham jr, his football is always in our garden being chewed on by my dogs, and the tree imp who keeps climbing and falling out of the tree in their garden.
Other side is the poacher, miserable old git who stands at the bottom of his garden feeding birds and trying to hit them with his walking stick.
Across the road used to be the orchestra. Two chaps who you could hear playing violin (badly) and trumpet (quite well). They sold up to the brothel, a mother and three daughters who would noisily stumble home drunk and singing with different blokes in tow every weekend.
Next to the brothel is the night creepers. They go out at 1am and come back at 9am, then you don’t see them until 1am the next morning.
Bottom of the garden is the artist and his drunk wife. He sits on the back patio painting and she sits drinking. They occasionally set fire to their shed.