Against my fucking house with your shit mobiles playing shit music at full blast!
I asked them to stop playing against the house (which is ducking conveniently located next to some garages so seems to attract people playing football at usual football playing times) and they said sorry bless them but then I realised they still had shit music and were talking. They also moved down so I couldn't shout out of my window. Had to go outside in my pyjamas and no shoes and tell them to move on. The bastards were really polite too so it's probably me being a miserable twat.
They can't be too far away tho as I keep hearing noises and keep thinking they are gonna damage my beautiful but very old Beemer. 
The one night DD sleeps through...