Noisy Neighbour resource kit

Its a wonderful thing to work surrounded by native bush in beautiful, quiet Plimmerton during the day. Idylic, even.
Well, until the day that one neighbour, who seems to have a vaguely aristocratic stance to the rest of the neighborhood, has his kid home to paint the house. This little chap proceeds to spend six weeks conducting nuclear tests with his stereo, conveniently dragged out onto the roof each morning for the purpose. The sound balance must have been about perfect in Palmerston North, but less so in my office. Grrrrr.
In the time honoured Kiwi way we waited and waited for decency to prevail, then cracked and reached for the shotgun (well, laptop computer). By request, here's the result. Its trivial and nasty, but a possibly interesting study in passive aggression...

Read our model letter to a noisy neighbour

There's an interesting sequel to this story. A week after dispatching the above to the miscreant neighbour (and all the other residents in the street for their amusement) I saw my neighbour, and he took some pleasure in informing me that he hadn't passed it on to his son. We felt we had no choice but to move to heavy artilliary... a Battle of the Stereos was inevitable. I dragged a very large old speaker outside and targetted it appropriately. And BLOODY HELL was it loud... you could hear the distorted, screetching rumble bounce back off the other side of the valley quite distinctly.
We started bombardment with a 15 minute loop of an unbelievably cheesy theme from "Neighbours" (which I'd actually managed to find on the internet, and in only a few minutes... isn't technology wonderful?!).

Download the very odious theme from "Neighbours" (only 13 KB)

When we couldn't stand that anymore we switched to a CD of traditional Chinese folk music (you know, with the cymbals). This certainly appeared to get the message through, and the volume reaching us from down the valley reduced considerably. Well pleased, Andy the Editor and I went off for lunch and forgot the whole thing. At about 10pm that night my partner Shirlene arrived home and, not noticing that one speaker was missing, put on a CD and went off upstairs to make a phone call. An hour later she returned to the front of the house to observe the windows shaking visibly from the effects of the forgotten speaker...
Suffice it to say we haven't heard a peep from the neighbour since. Without even meaning to we'd shown our mettle in combat and willingness to escalate hostilities, and have won the Plimmerton arms race.

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