Every single bloody year we have this. It's a horrible week to live in this town (this is the big jump race week for those who can guess where I live).
Town just becomes full of gangs of middle-aged blokes off the leash, drinking too much, thinking they're teenagers and treating the place like a giant man-playground. Anybody local who isn't going to the races literally hides in their homes at night to avoid it all. Every night during race week we have people throwing up in the street outside, making a racket, trashing cars and property - and we live on the other side of town to the racecourse.
The state of the town once they've gone home is awful, it takes weeks for the mess and damage to disappear, and actually, makes me pretty pissy that they're allowed to do whatever they like to our town because they're 'here for the races'. Of course, the vast majority of racegoers come and go without a fuss, but as usual the minority spoil it.
My neighbour always rents her house out to racegoers but she usually stays there while they're here, after a bad year a few years back when the lodgers she had trashed her house and tried to break into mine. I was all alone that year and pretty frightened. But this year she's decided to go away (and didn't bother to tell us, she's a bit like that - very much 'I'm alright Jack'). She has 8 men staying in her 3 bed house this time.
Last night we were woken up at half 11 by one of the men coming home without a key and spending the next 20 minutes trying to break her door down. He woke up our DD and eventually I had to hang out of the window and yell at him to pack it in (with DP hiding behind me, thanks for that DP 
). About an hour later one of the others came home and they went quietly inside.
Then at 3am one of the other men came home (so pissed he could barely stand and couldn't speak) and tried to get into our house. Despite us telling him he had the wrong place, he was so incoherant he couldn't understand. I rang the police while he kept trying the key in our lock and was slumped against our door. HALF AN HOUR later still NO police in sight and one of his mates turned up and took him home. I gave them both an earful, they were apologetic but patronising ('Sorry Darling, won't happen again Darling'- I'm not your fucking darling!).
I've already sent a text to the neighbour to tell her this is out of order, but she'll either not answer or fob me off with some shitty excuse. It's alright for her, she rakes in the money while we put up with the shit!
Yes I know it 'helps' the local economy and yes I know I don't have to live here, but for the other 51 weeks of the year this is a lovely place to live and I like it. It's just this ONE week that gets me every time! Moving isn't an option either.
I suspect at least a part of me is being unreasonable and this is just all part of living where we do, but I'm tired, cranky, trying to work and we still have at least 3 nights of this to come! 