Back in uni, my band had a gig in Southampton and were looking for a rehearsal space to practice one last time before the show as I was on placement that year so couldn’t rehearse as much.
Found a place in the yellow pages, and the price was decent enough. Got there, met the owner and quickly became evident it was his apartment, but whatever, all we needed was the space and power points, we had all of the equipment ready to go. We set up, drums, amps, PA etc. and then kicked into a song to warm up. By the end of the song, when the volume died down, we heard ferocious banging at the door. It was someone from the shop next door. Turns out that th flat has no soundproofing, and insisted we needed to stop or they’d call the police. They said this wasn’t the first time this had happened and were not amused by the whole situation.
We tried phoning the guy whose space it was again and again but after 45 minutes or so realised he wasn’t going to respond, had our money and we couldn’t rehearse.
I pissed in all of his pot plants around the flat. Then we left.