I should have posted about this a while ago but never got around to it...
I was talking a few weeks back to the young lady who has moved into the flat previously occupied by The Hoors. After a few minutes of chatting she asked who lived in the flat before her.
"Aaaah, ummm, aaah, errrr...." I fumbled looking for a way to break this to her gently.
"Och, don't worry about that! I know what TYPE of people lived here before - I just need to know what name the phone was under"
"Ohhhhh.... It was under the name of A. Madame."
"Thanks very much," she said, "only I need to phone up BT and get them to change the phone number."
There is a few brief moments as my sleepy thoughts process this information and the penny finally drops.
"Oh no. No. Really!? They didn't change the number before you moved in!?"
I look pale. She grimaces and nods. "Oh aye. After a couple of incoming calls, I soon figured out what the flat was used for."
Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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