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...

Friday, April 27, 2012


Years have passed.

All my lovely comments have vanished (damn you haloscan!)

All my lovely sidebar links have also vanished (damn you blogger!)

 And so have all my lovely links to the most popular posts. (Damn you anyone else I can blame!)

And Google are sending me emails saying things may get lost. (uh?)

I may sit down and sulk.

I have heaps of posts I never published because these were about the court case. Nothing ever came of it - well, there were rumours that the case wasn't made public because prominent members o the cooncil were frequenting the place. So it was all hushed up... Making it almost 5 years since the brothel was shut down. I may some day post the rest of what I wrote at the time. I will most probably never own up to who I am (unless you flatter me in the pub by accidentally mentioning "this blog I used to read ages ago, about hoors in Aberdeen or sumthin) (in which case I may grin smugly and give everyone a knowing look).

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