This one I had moved in like he owned the street- if you know what I mean. Hated him straight away. Used to shout and swear at his wife and kid, used my wheelie bin (without asking), parked over the drive (without asking) etc. One day I took his very heavy bag of rubbish out and put it outside his house. When I came back 30 mins later it was gone. I looked in my bin and there it was. I looked up and he was sat in his car waiting for the bin wagon (to make sure they took his rubbish). The bin lads just happened to be on their way down the street and when I asked him ''what the **** are you doing'', he went storming over to them like a teenager. The driver was looking at me and I'm gesturing to him that k***head is not right in the brain. The lads agreed with me. Mind you, this was the same guy who had broken glass outside his house on the pavement for 6 months (I would have swept it up for an old person), and recycling strewn all over the place at the back, as he was too thick to use the crates properly like a normal human being does. My point is, I often thought how some kind of 'magick' would be useful on this moron. I don't think I'd ever really mess with such stuff though, even if I knew how to.