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...

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Nosy Neighbour

The nosy neighbour of the title being me.

Well if it's dark outside and the light is on inside (as my often naked neighbour proves) you can see in quite well. And who amongst you could resist a subtle peek?

OK, so passing the hoors window on the way out last night, the hoors had their light on and the curtain was caught on something. So, while I couldn't see into the flat, I could see the contents of the coffee table in front of the window.

One word: Ewwwwwwwwwww!

Very neat hoor this one. Perfectly lined up KY Jelly, Andrex and Baby Wipes.

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