Going off thread, and onto neighbours. About 20 yrs we had a family moved in opposite, and seemed like the neighbours from hell. The lad was your genuine punk rocker, with mohican cut, Flourescent green hair and piercings. 2 doors up was the local vicar.Guess who turned ou to be the biggest problem. Yep, the vicar! He used to get totally ratted, come home and row with his wife, even in the summer in the back garden. And use all the four letter words at full volume The son however, was a very quietly spoken lad, who, if you car wouldn't start on a frosty morning would be the first to offer giving you a push A classic example of don't judge a book by it's cover
