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...
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Nothing has happened in the Hoor Palace for a couple of weeks.
So like any other typical Brit I will henceforth resort to discussing the WEATHER!
Ooooh what terrible gales we have! What terrible gusts and rattling of windowpanes!
And what a smashing of a chimney that just came down off our ageing tennement in the wind!
Onto the pavement.
Sadly missing the very posh car of some punter...
And any punters coming out of it...
And any hoors coming out to meet their punter.
Hence I present this photo entitled "NO DEAD HOORS OR PUNTERS"
(I told you it'd been quiet around here...)