Coming back from shopping I ended up chatting to half a dozen people from my area (I've lived here for almost 60 years). As the decades pass you do have nodding acquaintance with hundreds, many of which turn into conversations. "How's your foot? Any news on your daughter? Can you believe what they are doing to Whiteleys?". And so on.

Several neighbours from years ago not only wanted to give witness at my 2018 trial but insisted - saying they had wished they had come forward in 2001. One couple were even prepared to fly in from South Africa.

I love neighbours. "We've seen him for nearly 60 years and never, never has there been any situation causing us to suspect anything wrong".

I've lived in the same apartment in Surrey for over 20 years. I only know one of my neighbours and that is not with any fondness. I haven't seen my next-door neighbour since Christmas, although I know she is there because I can hear her coming and going and her car is in the car park. In London, you hear stories of people dying in their flats or houses and no one discovering them for weeks, months or 2 years in the case of Joyce Carol Vincent, as depicted in the drama documentary film Dreams of a Lifehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Life, and this case from February of this year www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053547...rly-THREE-YEARS-desp. This is modern Britain, people increasingly live their lives in an insular manner. Shopping online, watching films on NetFlix, instead of going to the cinema, playing video games instead of socializing, working from home, and having Facebook friends that they've never met instead of real friends. We increasingly live in bubbles and have little interaction with others, very sad indeed, no wonder people have so many mental health problems.

JK2006 wrote:
Coming back from shopping I ended up chatting to half a dozen people from my area (I've lived here for almost 60 years). As the decades pass you do have nodding acquaintance with hundreds, many of which turn into conversations. "How's your foot? Any news on your daughter? Can you believe what they are doing to Whiteleys?". And so on.

Several neighbours from years ago not only wanted to give witness at my 2018 trial but insisted - saying they had wished they had come forward in 2001. One couple were even prepared to fly in from South Africa.

I love neighbours. "We've seen him for nearly 60 years and never, never has there been any situation causing us to suspect anything wrong".

What have they done to Whiteleys? Used to love going there on a weekday afternoon to watch a film at the cinema on the top floor? I suppose Westfield did for it?

robbiex wrote:
I've lived in the same apartment in Surrey for over 20 years. I only know one of my neighbours and that is not with any fondness. I haven't seen my next-door neighbour since Christmas, although I know she is there because I can hear her coming and going and her car is in the car park. In London, you hear stories of people dying in their flats or houses and no one discovering them for weeks, months or 2 years in the case of Joyce Carol Vincent, as depicted in the drama documentary film Dreams of a Lifehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Life, and this case from February of this year www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053547...rly-THREE-YEARS-desp. This is modern Britain, people increasingly live their lives in an insular manner. Shopping online, watching films on NetFlix, instead of going to the cinema, playing video games instead of socializing, working from home, and having Facebook friends that they've never met instead of real friends. We increasingly live in bubbles and have little interaction with others, very sad indeed, no wonder people have so many mental health problems.

Some people like to be reserved and recluse, there are no dramas for them. I love high street shopping, eating out and the occasional drink in the pub. I haven't got the patience to sit through films and I normally fall asleep.

Neighbours can either be your best friend or your very worst enemy, some neighbours can hate you for no reason. It's funny how strangers talk to each other in pubs but never on trains or buses.

Green Man wrote:
robbiex wrote:
I've lived in the same apartment in Surrey for over 20 years. I only know one of my neighbours and that is not with any fondness. I haven't seen my next-door neighbour since Christmas, although I know she is there because I can hear her coming and going and her car is in the car park. In London, you hear stories of people dying in their flats or houses and no one discovering them for weeks, months or 2 years in the case of Joyce Carol Vincent, as depicted in the drama documentary film Dreams of a Lifehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Life, and this case from February of this year www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053547...rly-THREE-YEARS-desp. This is modern Britain, people increasingly live their lives in an insular manner. Shopping online, watching films on NetFlix, instead of going to the cinema, playing video games instead of socializing, working from home, and having Facebook friends that they've never met instead of real friends. We increasingly live in bubbles and have little interaction with others, very sad indeed, no wonder people have so many mental health problems.

Some people like to be reserved and recluse, there are no dramas for them. I love high street shopping, eating out and the occasional drink in the pub. I haven't got the patience to sit through films and I normally fall asleep.

Neighbours can either be your best friend or your very worst enemy, some neighbours can hate you for no reason. It's funny how strangers talk to each other in pubs but never on trains or buses.

Never on trains and busses? I am plagued. I wouldn't mind, but my default facial expression is a glare, so it is not as if I encourage it.

Glaring Honey - good name for a punk band.

Honey wrote:
Green Man wrote:
robbiex wrote:
I've lived in the same apartment in Surrey for over 20 years. I only know one of my neighbours and that is not with any fondness. I haven't seen my next-door neighbour since Christmas, although I know she is there because I can hear her coming and going and her car is in the car park. In London, you hear stories of people dying in their flats or houses and no one discovering them for weeks, months or 2 years in the case of Joyce Carol Vincent, as depicted in the drama documentary film Dreams of a Lifehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Life, and this case from February of this year www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053547...rly-THREE-YEARS-desp. This is modern Britain, people increasingly live their lives in an insular manner. Shopping online, watching films on NetFlix, instead of going to the cinema, playing video games instead of socializing, working from home, and having Facebook friends that they've never met instead of real friends. We increasingly live in bubbles and have little interaction with others, very sad indeed, no wonder people have so many mental health problems.

Some people like to be reserved and recluse, there are no dramas for them. I love high street shopping, eating out and the occasional drink in the pub. I haven't got the patience to sit through films and I normally fall asleep.

Neighbours can either be your best friend or your very worst enemy, some neighbours can hate you for no reason. It's funny how strangers talk to each other in pubs but never on trains or buses.

Never on trains and busses? I am plagued. I wouldn't mind, but my default facial expression is a glare, so it is not as if I encourage it.

No one ever talks to me on public transportation. Maybe I am a miserable bastard who enjoys scenery. Going through the New Forest on public transport is beautiful and seeing deer running around makes my mouth water. Its good venison going to waste.

Honey wrote:
Green Man wrote:
robbiex wrote:
I've lived in the same apartment in Surrey for over 20 years. I only know one of my neighbours and that is not with any fondness. I haven't seen my next-door neighbour since Christmas, although I know she is there because I can hear her coming and going and her car is in the car park. In London, you hear stories of people dying in their flats or houses and no one discovering them for weeks, months or 2 years in the case of Joyce Carol Vincent, as depicted in the drama documentary film Dreams of a Lifehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Life, and this case from February of this year www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1053547...rly-THREE-YEARS-desp. This is modern Britain, people increasingly live their lives in an insular manner. Shopping online, watching films on NetFlix, instead of going to the cinema, playing video games instead of socializing, working from home, and having Facebook friends that they've never met instead of real friends. We increasingly live in bubbles and have little interaction with others, very sad indeed, no wonder people have so many mental health problems.

Some people like to be reserved and recluse, there are no dramas for them. I love high street shopping, eating out and the occasional drink in the pub. I haven't got the patience to sit through films and I normally fall asleep.

Neighbours can either be your best friend or your very worst enemy, some neighbours can hate you for no reason. It's funny how strangers talk to each other in pubs but never on trains or buses.

Never on trains and busses? I am plagued. I wouldn't mind, but my default facial expression is a glare, so it is not as if I encourage it.

How did Mr Honey seduce you or chat you up if you glare? I need answers now.

Block up the road from me a chap was found dead after a few weeks.

Neighbors thought the smell was a dead rat.

Police officer recognized the smell.

what have they done to Whitleys" not modernized I hope..used to like it being like something from the 50s.

# I never watched one single episode of Neighbours.

I've lived at the same place for years (27 years to be exact), Neighbours seem to come and go as most are renting and sign 12 month long leases.. only two owner occupiers in the block..

I say hello and give a cheery smile.. but there's no particular closeness with invitations for cups of teas and biscuits.. most are from the Indian sub continent and probably not interested in a middle aged sort of retired fellow like me who's not from those exotic locations..

Trains, busses and trams - all busy with people... rarely do I strike up a conversation with anyone.. I usually drift into my own little world and listen to music and dabble on my iPhone..

My shopping trip today contained 20 minutes of chats to neighbours. I think many are so relieved by the end of stupid lockdowns they are delighted to talk. And I've never watched an episode of Neighbours (or Home and Away) either.

We each have our favourites. Currently only Doctors in the soaps category for me. I used to love The Bill. And Corrie when it started 60 years ago. Elsie, Eena!

dav wrote:
I've lived at the same place for years (27 years to be exact), Neighbours seem to come and go as most are renting and sign 12 month long leases.. only two owner occupiers in the block..

I say hello and give a cheery smile.. but there's no particular closeness with invitations for cups of teas and biscuits.. most are from the Indian sub continent and probably not interested in a middle aged sort of retired fellow like me who's not from those exotic locations..

Trains, busses and trams - all busy with people... rarely do I strike up a conversation with anyone.. I usually drift into my own little world and listen to music and dabble on my iPhone..

Years ago, I lived in a small block of flats, hardly anyone knowledge one another I tried to be polite to a tenant with a hello and a nod. I was just glared at and ignored. One tenant was a cool though he was an ex-burglar who helped me get back to my flat when I locked myself out. I had to lie to the landlord and say someone gave my door a good kicking. He actually did the door lock and door had minor damage. I didn't say who did it of course. I got a new lock the next day. I didn't strike up a friendship with the tenant, but we did say hello if we saw each other in the hallway.