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, October 24, 2006


Now, I'm not accustomed to telling people about arguments in my private life, let alone publishing details of them on t'internet for the whole world to see... But this is relevant.

I just got locked out after going outside to get something from the car. I had to buzz upstairs to the flat to get back into the building. And I don't care WHAT The Boy says... That WAS a pubic hair on the buzzer system!

End. Of.

Sunday, October 15, 2006


I need the help of you lovely intellingent people out there!

Scroll down the page a bit to the archives and you'll see archives by month from November 2003 to January 2006. I can't figure out how to get the rest of my archives linked in the side bar!

Under "settings" under the tab "archiving" I have selected Archive Frequency as Monthly and under "enable post pages," "yes" is chosen.

Can anyone help? Maybe it'd be best to have posts grouped as 3 or 4 month blocks, but there isn't an option for this. I mailed Blogspot a few weeks back, but noone has gotten back to me yet.


EDIT: All sorted now! I have a nice drop-down thingie on the right! Oh, and I'd like to take this chance to apologise to aberdeenblogs because it looks like My Neighbours Are Hoors have spammed them for No Apparent Reason. *grovel*

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Mamma Mia!

Pardon me for such a badly written, roughly put together post, but I just came in from work and there was a short punter wearing a pair of dungarees and a flat cap and the most luxurious, bushy moustache I have ever seen!

Super Mario 4 - Mario Conquers the Hoors!

(P.S. He was also carrying one of those dry cleaning bags - I bet it was a Princess Peach outfit)

Edit: In my enthusiasm to write this post, I didn't check to see if there was a green dragon thing parked outside in the street. Damn.

Sunday, October 01, 2006


For some bizarre reason, our wheelie-bin lid has been nicked. What neds can possibly find to do with the lid of a wheelie-bin at this time of year is beyond me... I mean, it's not even sledging season!

So for the past few days, in the late September sun, our wheelie-bin has been a veritable funfair for the seagulls, rats and other mysterious beasts of the Grey Toon. Which makes putting the bin bags out a bit more exciting than usual.

Yesterday, I risked a quick peek at the bin before I chucked our rubbish in (just in case a seagull launched an attack on me for disturbing its lunch...) Know what was in it? Go on guess. Go on. Go on go on go on...

Give up? A pair of pink knickers on a stick!

Now, I'm not sure if this was on purpose or by accident (discarded DIY offcuts, discarded tools of the trade) - but it really looked deliberate...

Barbers have a red and white striped pole, pawn shops have their three gold balls, our tenement has a pair of pink knickers on a stick.

Hurrah for advertising!