Ouch to the Russian Vine!
When I first moved into my house 17yrs ago, our next door neighbours did not like gardening, so it was a tip and there was no dividing fence. After a while, the tip overgrew into a jungle of brambles and bindweed, I kid not, the mountain of weeds stood taller than my 5'4 the entire length of our gardens. There was only a small trodden path to the washing line and the rest was weed.
After spending a few years trying to create a garden and constantly pushing back the bramble and bindweed, I gave up in floods of tears for about five years, until the council removed the occupants and sent in the JCB digger. They flattened the garden and installed a new family and we even got a luxurious dividing fence, so now I can grow flowers to my hearts content and whilst the neighbours garden is a huge improvement of football pitch scrub, the only snag is a crowd of screaming kids which does wrack my nerves, but I guess you can't win it all. Gardening hours tend to co-incide with term times