Just as we were sitting at the lights on the way to the airport, I asked the taxi driver one last thing.
"Now," says I. "I've heard a rumour of a one legged hoor down at the harbour. Is this true?"
I've heard this for a few years now and always thought it was just a rumour, but...
"Oh aye. There certainly is. Her ma wheels her down and leaves here there. She just sits with a short skirt and a bottle to keep her warm..."
I'll leave you to consider this.
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.
1 comment:
The legendery one legged hoor! I had a friend some years ago who had hoors for neighbours and one was indeed a one-legged hoor.
Sadly my friend and her neigbours formed a puritanical lynch mob and the council turfed out the poor hoors.
Do you think this is the same hoor or are there an army of one legged hoors on the loose?
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