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...

Monday, June 13, 2005

A Dissapointment?

Dear Mr Naked Neighbour,

Have you been reading this blog?

Is this why you've been investing in some net curtains for your kitchen? Or has some other neighbour sent you a letter requesting that you stop parading around nekked in your kitchen and PUT SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON!?!?!?

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