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...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Seasons Greetings!

I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas/Saturnalia/Yule/Holidays - whatever it's called in your part of the world.

Thanks everyone for your kind comments and begging letters asking me to insist that the Hoors haven't, in fact, left the building. *sob*

It's all so touching!!! *sniffle*

Oh I think I've had too much sherry...


Wednesday, December 20, 2006



It looks like the Hoors have gone.

Pas de Hoors.

Yes. Really.

This evening when I came home, the dirty old screen was gone from the window, there are bright and shining new curtains, there is a nice pot plant in the window and the sun was streaming into the front room. All signs point towards new neighbours... Perhaps first time owners as the only furniture thus far is a couple of those chairs you get for fishing with a bit to put your beer in. The floor is otherwise strewn with woodworking tools and pots of paint.

So. Um. Looks like that's it then?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Red Light District

Just suppose the Hoors are gone... Does this mean I can put my Christmas Tree up this year with the red fairy lights I bought in 1998 before I discovered My Neighbours Were Hoors?

Am I now safe to have a red glow coming from my window?

Thursday, December 07, 2006


Hmmm. So we came back from the pub late last night full of what Enid Blyton would have called high spirits. There are still no curtains at the hoors window.

Blind to the dangers of climbing onto window sills, the boy and I drunkenly levered eachother up onto the hoors windowsill so that we could look over the grubby lace screen, and peered in and saw…

*a pause of great drama*


Not ae thing. No furniture, no carpet, not even a bloody lightbulb (for perhaps they took with them all they could get).

I'm really starting to think they’ve been chucked out!