Growing up on a 3 house terrace we had two very loud, annoying, drug addict and thief neighbours. On the other side of the terrace, was a lovely Zambian family of extremely devout Christians. Now and then the Zambian family on the other end would knock in, asking if they'd seen thieves around that stole some garden ornament, chairs, bbqs, bikes, etc, all of us knew it was the middle house tenants and we'd complained to the city/council/police enough times that once they heard our addresses, they said they'll send someone out - most of the times never did.

One evening I can hear moaning of pain, turns out the female druggie had thrown the male druggie out of the window on the 2nd floor. Obviously we called an ambulance and police, but some greasy guy in a blazer, white shirt and jeans turned up too asking if we'd take interviews the next day. We just thought they were some crime scene guy or something.

A day or two later a deputy chief constable, maybe 5 or so officers and a TV crew come to knock our door, some "Britain's worst neighbours" show, both of our families declined to be involved in the show but laid everything on them, that their officers had essentially ignored us for months of reporting. My dad and the Zambian dad blanked the constable and spoke to the camera the entire time, listing dates they'd called South Wales police and the times they'd been left talking to a switchboard operator while the neighbours were stealing things, all the while the constable stood there speechless.

The very same week, the scum neighbours were moved out under supervision of around 20-30 officers.

As I said, both our families refused to be in the show at all - even refusing a "blurred face" thing. They told us that it would still air, but it would be only be voice overs. To this day I have no idea why the constable decided to show up to this.

The episode never did air. ITV I believe did us a favour.