Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
Hoors? Yeah... Hoors. Prostitutes, Tarts, Hookers, Ladies of Negotiable Affection, call them what you will. For 8 years or so I lived in granite tenement. My Neighbours Were Hoors. Sadly for us all (!?) the brothel was closed down and I moved out of the area. I never did get around to writing about the court case though...
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Happy Birthday and a bit
"My Neighbours Are Hoors" has been on the go for 1 year and 2 days!
This post was brought to you before the last post because I was out on the piss in The Burgh on friday.