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Noise at 4am
2 April 2007The thing about living in halls stuck in the middle of a students’ street is that students have house parties. ‘Cos I stay in a postgrad halls with decent, mature people, we are seldom the source of trouble. Now, one of the houses right across the street is another thing altogether. 3 different house parties that irked us so much the police’s been called. (I’m sure there were others that we just decided to shut the window and tried to sleep) And in the most recent party, the police came at 3 (or was it 4) times.
The party started around 10pm, and the group of us sitting around in the common room knew that it was going to be one of the wild parties… it was a Thursday night, and most people have to get up at a decent time to get to class/work/lab/ward/whathaveyou the next morning. The party went on and on… and instead of dying down after midnight, it got louder and louder. At around 2am, we got the city council noise pollution team … they came and issued a warning, but after they left, the kids decided that they should bring the party into the streets.
A friend got on the phone with the local police station…
Friend: Yeah, the house opposite us is having a very loud party… blah blah blah…
(Cars with loud blasting music came down the street, sounding their horns. More kids spilled out of the house and started dancing ON THE STREET!!!)
Friend: Can you hear them?
Police: Yes. We’ll send someone as soon as possible.
Police came, shooed them back indoors. But once the police left, they came back out again. Wagging their middle finger in the direction the police went off in. More noise more craziness. Girls in my flat were getting more and more upset. When it all carried on and didn’t die down, we decided to get the police again.
Unmarked white transit van came from one direction and parked on top of street, unmarked red transit van came from the other direction and parked in front of the house. A friend ran down (considering nothing much was done the police’s first visit, he just had to make sure, I guess) Policeman came out of red transit, went to the crazy kids and told them to go in.
*Door slam*
*silence*
Yes, they slammed the door in the police officer’s face. Well, you generally don’t mess with police officers… and definitely not when you’re on this part of this island. Friend came running up after the red van left to tell us that the police were very very angry.
The kids kept sending people out to see if the vans have left… but since the vans stayed at the end of the street, they couldn’t do anything. 5 minutes later, 2 patrol cars pulled up and 4 officers went in. No, nothing too dramatic, they knocked, they asked, and they went in. Then they came back out, sat in their cars until the party ended. The number of taxis that pulled up outside that house then was amazing! It was as if someone called the cab companies and said “Send your entire fleet! We need to go home!!!” Heehee… most of the kids went home and all was pretty quiet again. I went to bed, but apparently there was another visit from the police a little later.
The next day was wonderful… WONDERFUL, I tell you… but that’s a story for another day.
on April 2nd, 2007 at 6:21 pm
Sigh, one of the worst things you get in UK is the anti-social behaviour.
on April 2nd, 2007 at 6:23 pm
UK Doc: Yeah, it was horrible.
on April 3rd, 2007 at 12:58 am
antisocial? It sounds like they were being TOO social to me.. haha..
But yeah it is nasty to have noise in the middle of the nite.. The ppl across the street from where I live always have ungodly hour domestics..