To ask what you call your neighbours

[winobaglady]

Inspired by this thread I thought I would ask what names you have for your neighbours, with their specific traits.
We have
the ageing hippies, self explanatory
there's 50 pence, son of one set of neighbours who plays offensive gangsta rap really loud when his parents go out and smokes weed
the jacks live at the end of our shared drive, they've made a parking area where they shouldn't have, forked out for expensive drive resurfacing but won't pay towards the shared area and always put their bins on the edge of our garden on bin day

AIBU to ask for yours?

@CoffeeRunner suit and hard hat man is probably a senior person in construction. That's what they wear on large sites for the bigger companies where they can stay a bit cleaner but have to wear PPE to get on and off site to their clean, warm work cabins.

The neighbours we share a party wall with:
Those twats nextdoor

Non joined neighbours:
Adam and Laura

The Pink House
Used to have the Labrador
The lady we never see
The Pink Panther
The OCD couple (come back to check they've set their house alarm up to 6 times every time they go out)
Then everyone else by name

The in-laws

The Malfoys (their son looks like Malfoys from Harry Potter)
Mr and Mrs MOD (he works for the Ministry of Defence)
Titty Fallar woman next door.

There’s a woman in our street that used to do a sort of ‘an evening with’ our local Tory MP at her house and invite us all over to meet him and ask him questions (I never went).
That was 15 yrs ago but we still call her The Margaret Thatcher of D Road.

We have:
That bloke who can't park
Nice Polish family
Noisy Polish family
The Adams family
That twat with the Fiesta (leaves his car parked in front of our house for weeks at a time)
Otto the bus driver
The druggies on the corner
Boring Dave

We have Tracksuit boy and tracksuit girl, a young couple in the street who are quite ‘gangsta’ with drugs/prison/affairs all common knowledge, they often wear matching tracksuits.

Jetwash woman lives across the street next door to Taxi man and the Really old now couple.

Accross the road we have -
The druggies across the way,
the sketty woman and goldie,
merlins house,

Then on my side theres - friends nan, the scruff, the biker, barry chuckle, the old bats, the nurse, the ones with the pothead son, and dav's mam

My neighbour's called Julie but thanks to an old episode of You've Been Framed where the Grandaughter is trying to record a video message of her Gran to send to a family member called Susan My husband and I always accidentally call her Susan, she always innocently corrects us which just leads to us collapsing in juvenile giggling episodes.
I always feel furious with us but then the next time she comes to collect a parcel...'No bother, Susan'.

The immediate neighbours are just called their names.

Next door but one are called the Dickies (not because of any neck accessory).

The man who lives in the barn conversion at the front is called Barn Guy.

The couple in the cottage to the right are called The Cottage Couple.

We really need to be more creative with names .

I've told this story before but there was a man on our street called Mr Muscle who I would talk to now and again, he was quite cool with me and no wonder......Mr Muscle wasn't his name, it was the nickname the other neighbours gave himHe looked like the guy off the polish advert.

The family who foster kids
The people who don't live there
The man in the wheelchair
Their names (next door neighbours both sides)
Rent a gob
Bob Marley Tom

I have

The wildlings
The ferals
Ta'raaa
Angry man

Twats
Pikeys
Idiots
Child-hater
Naked sunbathing lady
Snobs

Mutton
Bill & Ted (he’s definitely Bill but can’t remember the wife’s name)
The old uns

Going to have a read through these now, and see if I recognise myself 😂

Love this.. hilaire.

I suspect we are the fat clankers given the shameful recycling situ and that we are surrounded by ruddy faced bike riders and gym obsessed glossy young runners

What do they call you? That's the question 😀

I’ve lived on my street over 10 years. I suspect what I am called by those who don’t know me has changed from something like ‘lawyer type often away’ to ‘careworn woman’ (both parents have died over last couple of years). My aim is to cast off careworn look and air as soon as it’s possible. For the moment I don’t have energy to care very much !!

I'm probably the gobshite with the feral kids 😂
They're not feral though, ones suspected autism and the other is a two year old screecher who is a very stubborn little lady and refuses to curb the habit! She's a work in progress

Most of them are lovely so it’s just their names, but we do have ‘scruffy lot’ two doors down who never make an effort with their house. And then there’s ‘walksalot’ in the corner, cos, well obviously walks a lot, but never waves or hellos.

Most by their names but there is also:

Mad lady who hoovers at 5am

Man who can't park

Weird guy who watches his car for 5 mins when he gets out.

We have "the friendly neighbourhood hippy" as he's an old hippy who likes to come round and do jobs for us just because he's nice like that.

Don't call any of the other neighbours anything

We name people we don't know by their pets:

Millie's mum/dad/brother
The twins' (puppies whose names we don't know yet) mum/etc
Most walked dog in the street and her dad
Etc

We also have:
New neighbours (who have lived there for over a year)
The can't-park-properlies
Audi Twat

I'd love to know what we are called!