tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61343512024-03-19T08:40:02.790+00:00My Neighbours Are Hoors!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.Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.comBlogger222125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-86184080492759183572012-04-27T22:42:00.000+01:002012-04-27T23:37:01.562+01:00Pish.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 Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-45355650441921543292009-10-28T21:26:00.003+00:002009-10-28T21:29:13.038+00:00Geocities Epic Failyeah yeah. I know all the pics from my blog have gone.who'd have thought it! Geocities gone! (Yeah i knew the entire world knew and I know I couldn't be arsed doing anything about it) - when I started this blog up in 2003, you couldn't get comments attached to it, nevermind pics. Hence, all the lovely decorations to this blog have gone missing coz they were linked to in Geocitites. Which means INeighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-48522282844451336372009-10-23T21:00:00.001+01:002009-10-23T21:00:00.831+01:00Hairdresser's Gossip - part 1So yes, I'm still alive! I'm no deid yet!As regular readers will know - there is nothing better than a chatty taxi driver to inspire me to post more tales of hoors in the Grey Toon. Well, I've had a boring lot of taxi drivers of late - except maybe the one who told us (at length) about how he dresses up as a teddy boy at weekends and how it's just like the old days when he jitterbugs with the Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-87075039748199453472009-07-16T21:52:00.001+01:002009-07-16T21:52:43.498+01:00From the Wildes of GarthdeeSo...The boy was making his way through the Wildes of Garthdee the other week and some kid came up to him.The kid couldn't have been 10. And was blonde and might have been a girl. That's all the information that soaked into his brain. I did ask for further description for blogging purposes (not living near hoors any more, we have to put up with other local quirks for entertainment), but further Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-24407604951308463062009-04-11T10:00:00.002+01:002009-04-11T10:00:00.211+01:00Flashin' in the Grey ToonOf course one of the big Aberdeen Prostitution stories* of the last few months has been Aberdeen City Council's controversial decision to remove the tolerance zone and the resulting increase of arrests in the city centre.I was going to do a big serious post about this and shove my opinions on legalisation down your collective throat... But on seeing this explanatory clip from the BBC news with Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-26482283535837973942009-03-22T20:02:00.003+00:002009-03-22T20:05:30.651+00:00Google Street View... and so Google Street View has been launched and the world gasps in wonder and has lots of debates on whether this is a good thing or not.Of course it's a good thing. How else are we to stalk people on the other side of the earth.However, I notice that certain parts of the Grey Toon have not yet been completed. So nae chunce of looking up the one legged hoor on Cotton Street then...Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-60829539108460150952009-03-04T20:44:00.002+00:002009-03-04T21:08:13.163+00:00Grey Toon VigilanteI forgot to blog about this at the time, but back in December (when, lets face it, I was too busy with Christmas nights out and wondering what to get The Boy's family for Christmas), the Peenj published the following story:PROBLEM WITH VIGILANTESRisks of taking law into your own handsPublished: 16/12/2008Hardly a week goes by without us reading about another case where someone has taken the law Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-81054134322965996112009-02-07T22:21:00.000+00:002009-02-07T22:21:34.427+00:00Hoors Towers Part 2So last post, my good friend told you how she'd once been propositioned at 6.45am wearing an ugly hotel uniform on her way from work. (It takes all kinds...)In this second post, my Hoors Towers Correspondent tells of a typical day working in her hotel by the harbour. My next run-in with a prostitiute happened a month or so later when a hotel guest tried to smuggle one into the room.Working in a Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-27002919957894741532009-02-01T16:46:00.000+00:002009-02-01T17:14:15.449+00:00Not Part of the Job Description...A friend of mine worked, for a year or so, at one of The Grey Toon's less salubrious hotels. For the fear of being sued, beaten up or dropped down an elevator shaft I won't mention which one... but I'm sure I can say it was situated near the harbour. Oh God, I'd better check it's not the only one down the harbour before I continue with this post... *brief pause*Right. According to Uncle Google,Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-26467642807981748792009-01-04T12:11:00.002+00:002009-01-04T12:23:28.341+00:00Happy New Year!Just a quick post to wish you all a very Happy New Year and all the best or 2009!A bit late I must admit, but we were all still recovering here at No-Hoors-Here-Towers. A good few days that saw not much movement at all,I was first fitted by Mr Aberdeen Tramps though, who doesn't have internet access and therefore asked me to take over the admin of "Aberdeen Tramps And Ither Weel Kent Fowk". So Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-43721462228329603742008-12-28T16:32:00.002+00:002008-12-28T16:41:48.425+00:00Time for A ChangeSo yeah. Anyone who has vaguely followed My Neighbours Are Hoors over the past few years or who has even had more than a casual glance, will realise that my Neighbours Are No Longer Hoors.First of all they got closed down by the Polis and then I moved out into a much more salubrious neigbourhood.So the front page of the blog needs a bit of an update. Hence I will change the sidebar.Just for my Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-46166259306136852722008-12-15T21:36:00.002+00:002008-12-15T22:08:55.637+00:00Christmas CloseIt turns out that I have moved into Christmas Close.1st of December, out came the European lightbulb mountain which was promptly stuck to the front of my neighbours houses. Our close glitters so much it's like someone covered us in glue and rolled us through Claire's Accessories.I was considering how to react to this.Would I...a) Act the way I always do, wait until the 15th December (ish) and Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-51671858796975958662008-11-23T15:47:00.002+00:002008-11-23T15:58:35.332+00:00My Neighbours Throw Like GirlsAaah!The first snow of winter and doesn't my new neighbourhood look great! It's so clean and quaint looking and there are kids out sledging and making snowmen and there's a dachsund out walking with it's owner that's having to hop skip and jump over the snow. I can just see it muttering "Slow down you long legged bastard" under its breath.We made it through Hallowe'en without getting eggs off Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-58767289435518817052008-10-18T15:20:00.001+01:002008-10-18T15:23:39.728+01:00The Bilin' Lavvie! (and other conspiracy theories)So now I've been in the new hoose a few months, I've started to notice odd things about the place. This could be due to sinister things, chilling plotlines and scandalous gore of the past... or it could just be due to some dodgy DIY.Consider the following:Evidence 1:When you leave the kitchen light on for more than 10 minutes, it gets hot enough to burn your fingers off. Yes. It could just be Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-39192721133572642072008-09-30T18:18:00.002+01:002009-10-28T21:47:39.088+00:00My Garden!!!So one of the best things about my new place (except the absence of women selling themselves for sex in my basement) is the fact I have my own back garden.I can not tell you, ladies and gentlemen, exactly how thrilled I am to hang out my own pants on my own washing line (Ok. It's nae a washing line. It's a whirly. Do I need to do a translation of whirly for the non-Scots reading this? or is a "Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-43735446299233745432008-07-27T20:57:00.003+01:002008-07-27T21:01:48.230+01:00A Link To The Song...After attending the Cullerlie Traditional Singing Weekend the past three days (My Neighbours Were Folkie Folks In Tents), I promised some to make the link to the Hoors Song easier to find.So here it is: http://myneighboursarehoors.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wrote-song.htmlNeighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-53898979908059551212008-07-13T22:11:00.003+01:002008-07-27T20:54:41.216+01:00Home. Aaaah. Home. Sweet Home.So yes.I have been Absent. Not just mentally (that is nothing new) , but from t'internet as a whole. For an awfy long time. And why? I hear you ask impatiently?Well, I couldn't really say anything about it at the time without giving away my oh-so-secret identity, but...After 10 years in my flat, I started getting itchy feet. Looking at the housing market, I decided that if there was any time Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-15017513558634717902008-04-30T21:32:00.003+01:002008-04-30T21:45:13.792+01:00On Pogo SticksThere are many fine things in having a friend live just a few doors up from you. One is borrowing cups of sugar (much easier to go a few doors up than to borrow possibly-contaminated sugar from your hooring neighbours). Another is meeting in the local for a bottle of cheap pink wine and some chicken in a basket.Another is when you receive a text like the one I just got 10 minutes ago:"Quick. Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-347441523466859382008-04-03T18:35:00.000+01:002008-04-03T18:08:00.045+01:00All the world's a stage...... Especially for these people who don't realise that light's on and curtains open mean that EVERYONE can see in on dark nights (och but I'm glad those nights are fair drawin' oot now here in the Grey Toon - aye. I saw my first bee of the spring today!)Hence I would like to publicly congratulate my neighbours across the way on the fine performance they're putting on - as I'm sure I speak for Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-26993633814494485762008-02-22T23:21:00.000+00:002008-02-22T23:21:42.578+00:00A Journey Through HoorVilleSo we went to see Sweeny Todd a couple of weeks ago. I won't fill this post with my amazing guru-like film like criticisms, but will tell you what happened after. *We enjoyed the movie (for you 'Mercans. "Pictures" for the rest of us), had the usual hassle getting out of the Cineworld car-park and then drove towards our destination, Our Local Chinese Restaurant, through the Red Light District. Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-58865873876008705492008-01-23T22:29:00.000+00:002008-01-23T22:29:15.756+00:00I Wrote A SongIn the style of Father Lionel Fanthorpe... I wrote a song. And here it is, it's called "The My Neighbours Are Hoors Song"It's to be sung to the tune of Nicky Tams - because apparently everyone's first song has to be written to the tune of Nicky Tams. (OK. It's not my first song. That was "Prozac at Christmas," and that was co-written to the tune of "Happy Christmas (War is Over)")It's also in Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-80511240855372006172008-01-03T18:54:00.000+00:002008-01-04T21:18:43.599+00:00A Dream...Christmas. Ah Christmas. The Festive Season. Yule. The Season of Overindulgence, and in my case... The Ceremonial Eating of Cheese.Sorry Girlies. I could give up Chocolate. I could never sully my tastebuds with Cadbury's ever again. I could skip past the Bournville Factory, twirl past the cocoa fields of this earth and, verily sprint, past the combined chocolatiers of Belgium, Switzerland,Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-68273535660064549812007-12-29T12:17:00.000+00:002007-12-29T12:35:16.318+00:00Belated Greetings of the Festive Type!Just back from Christmas Gallivanting - so a belated Merry Christmas to you all! :)Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-81335542151679885432007-11-12T18:49:00.000+00:002007-11-12T18:56:52.859+00:00That Bloody Pissing TrampI've been try to keep my cool over this.The Nice Council Man With The Drainrods was asking me the other week if I'd seen a particular tramp going around the area lately.Yes. I had. "He's nae lookin' well." "He's aye drinkin Cider" "Far does he bide?" The conversation went on. Poor Council Man couldn't sleep one night because of the singing beneath his window!I sympathised and thought nothing Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-82623698606897875622007-10-09T18:30:00.001+01:002009-10-28T21:53:42.717+00:00The Taxi Driver's Tale (another one)I really am in two minds whether or not to publish this post. I'm don't mean to get on my high horse and think I'm better than anyone and I'm not being naive or anything cuz I do know what goes on (dontchaknow) but there's something about this story that makes me go "Ewwwwwwwwwww" or shudder or, in fact, go "Heeuuurgh!" (Which isn't a very lady-like noise).Onwaye. A friend of mine was getting Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0