Get the BBQ fired up and the beers chilled, stick some invites through the door of the neighbours and see who turns up!
This way you only have to bother with the ones who can be arsed!
Believe me this works. We have moved 7 times in the last 10 years!
We have wasted a fair bit on BBQ’s and beer!
If you make any life decisions based on best ranked yahoo answers then …
Fuck that.
How else do people know what to do if its not yahoo (or Sotonians)?
“How else do people know what to do if its not yahoo”
You’ve answered Yahoo ad companies dreams 
Moved 3 times since 2012. We haven’t introduced ourselves at any places. In Poole, the neighbours on one side introduced themselves and we would have a chat about their cats over the wall. The last place was 8 flats and on the first day one of the women from below us knocked on the door with post. She told us the noise went around the block awfully (hint hint don’t wear heels and walk about). She was correct we could hear the neighbours above being rather amourous. Moved into new block last November. We were one of the first in. Apart from picking up a few packages from others we haven’t invited them around to party on our balcony. I have shouted across to another neighbour warming them about leaving their kid on a balcony with no adult care. So sure they are going to invite me around. I don’t remember as kids my parents ever going around and introducing themselves.
Do nothing, you’ll just look a cunt.
Wait and your other half will deal with it(friendly and out going). She’ll decide who she likes and who you can talk too. It’s the safest and easiest way.
We had people move in next door quite recently - funnily enough I had the same thought and decided against rushing round there with the milk and cookies approach.
Instead I just welcomed them when I eventually saw them - but three weeks had gone by and it nearly became pointless.
Try the Goat approach - climb up a drainpipe adjacent to their bathroom and press your genitals against the frosted glass.
They won’t be hassling you for cups of sugar or to borrow the lawn mower.
Well we used to have those low wire fences when I was growing up. Parents used to just talk over the fences to some next door or others a few doors down or over the back. Now we have 6 foot fences up and like our privacy. Used to go and ask to have some coffee or milk, as you used to run out with nowhere to go… Or was that just on the tv?
I have to say most of the people we talk to in Carlisle, are through their kids knowing ours!
Yes, we used to have the small fences when we were little. I cant remember the last time I saw a small fence between gardens. What a funny thing.
When did it all change? What triggered it? Did it happen overnights? Tell you what let’s put one of these 6 foot fences up, so when it is windy we have to replace a panel every fucking year! Those little fences lasted forever! It was supposed to be for security, but I think it was because we all started hating each other!
Hashtag Fenchtalk
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I remember my mother was moaning once that she had lost touch with all the people in the street as they had tarmaced the road so everybody would not go down it at a snails pace.
She then had an open evening at her place bring a bottle / crate and put an invitation through everybody’s letterbox.inviting the whole road. About half of them turned up and a good time was enjoyed by all.
So make a little effort and meet the people that you live near you never know who you will meet and it may be advantageous to yourself and them career / love life wise.
Fences have got smaller over the years, not bigger.
When I was 5, fences towered above me.
Now I’m all growed up, I tower above them.
I expect it will change again after Brexit* as it was probably an EU directive.
*especially in Sangatte.
Didn’t we vote for bigger fences?
Originally posted by @saintbletch
When I was 5, fences towered above me.
<sigh> Aye, growing up in Gosport couldn’t have been easy, Bletch.
I remember when we lived on Portswood Rd we did chat to the neighbours and go to their house as there were kids the same age. But I fell through the glass cold frame of the old couple next door so decided best not to chat. That was due to me sitting on the small fence of old and falling backwards. The next move we had students both sides. One got raided for drugs one night. Again not much chat there. The others kept dubious pans of brown (shit?) I their back garden.
It’s a tough call. I have tried both the up front introduction and close the curtains and never answer the door approach with mixed results for both.
A few years ago (with an ex GF) we moved into a terraced house. She insisted on introductions as soon as we were unpacked and one side was fine, an elderly couple who had a decent sense of humour who we got on with during our time there and the other side was a young-ish couple with a young child. I couldn’t help but notice the magnificent rack of the young women there, although she had an ugly and slightly distressing face. A BOBFOC, i guess. Anyway, got caught looking at her bristols so was immediately in the doghouse with my GF and her other half and we never spoke again.
My advice - scope out the neighbours beforehand and only speak to the ones you think you may get on with and wear shades if your gonna stare at any fit women nawks.
When I was younger me da was in the Army and we moved every 3 years and people around us moved all the time, I don’t remember my dad ever introducing himself to anyone but then he worked with all the people that lived around us.
In my older life I’ve not introudcued myself to anyone by knocking on their doors but have always stopped to talk to neighbours when I see them around and about.