I used to drum with my mates - I wasn't very good, but it was a laugh. My very basic kit had a Pink Panther on the front. We once got a knock at the door at 3 in the morning from a woman who lived across the street asking us to be quiet as her husband was working early. They must have been tolerant- or scared. We were a bit rowdy, though we never caused bother for the neighbours. We didn't carry on if we were asked.