I had to start it because it reminded me of my old next door neighbour in Morphettville...
Actually the old neighbours were great. Had a chat, pottered around the garden. Then they went off to the nursing home, and next arrived the new neighbour.
It didn't say hello or introduce itself. I say "it", because we genuinely could not tell if it was a male or female for a long time. All we knew was it looked HARD. Shaved head, tatts down to the wrists, nothing but black clothing. Then we noticed the washing line. Nothing but black anything. Sheets, teatowels, towels, shirts, whatever. The only non black items were camouflage. Interesting. Black motorbike. Black car. Once when she left her window open the mrs noticed she'd painted the walls black.
The three enormous Rhodesian Ridgebacks that mostly lived inside were also interesting. I quite like a Ridgeback, but not when there's three antisocial ones over the fence leaping up at the slightest movement during the afternoon when they were allowed outside.
One of the slats in the fence broke once. She (we heard her speak once after about six months) boarded it up with a pallet, with a large red texta sign saying YOU C%$T written for our benefit on it.
She must have thought it was my fault I suppose. We had a trampoline. The kids liked going on it. We figured she didn't like that, as she hung a PIGS HEAD off her peach tree right near the fence line, staring at the tramp. It rotted there for a year. My kids used to throw sticks at it.
Once when the kids were on the tramp she called them "F#$%@&g c%$#s". 
The cops turned up once for a disturbance there. We knew as a SWAT man lobbed on our doorstep to see if we'd seen or heard anything. Said to keep inside for the time being. All sorts of hooting and hollering going on.
So all up a pretty interesting neighbour. Just made us feel uncomfortable a fair bit of the time. There's got to be some cracking stories of neighbourly fun out there...
